Somewhere along the way—maybe slowly, maybe all at once—life became something you managed instead of something you inhabited.
You kept going. You showed up. You held it all together. And in the middle of being so capable, so needed, so responsible—you drifted.
Not because you're not enough. But because the world is loud. Old stories are persistent. And truth has a way of getting buried under everything we think we have to do.
This is your monthly return.
A letter. A piece of art. A few small, beautiful things. Words that cut through the noise and call you back to who you really are.
Years ago, I began lettering words I desperately needed to hear. They weren't for a business. They were for me.
Women began asking if they could buy them. I thought they wanted encouragement. Looking back, I think they wanted remembrance.
That's why I created Your Monthly Spark. Because sometimes, the words we need most... find us right on time.
