You bet we DNA tested our dog—because guessing is for amateurs.

Celebrating her heart, her life, and the endless love that carries forward.

I still can’t explain how I knew, but I did. Something in me just knew it was time to go to her.

Sun on our skin, tacos in hand, and plenty of Día de los Muertos magic.

I don’t know what’s worse: finding out you have cancer, or finding out about it in an email.

Time feels fragile, stretched between what is and what’s coming. Every moment carries its own weight.

One week in the Netherlands wasn’t enough. Every city, canal, and street left me wanting more.

Our 2-week safari in Tanzania where every moment felt like a nature documentary.

Usually, these things throw me for a loop. But this time, I was ready.

Living with the cost of prevention, navigating the challenges, and reclaiming what I can control.

We spent a few sun-soaked days nestled between the desert and the blue waters of the Sea of Cortez.

Bluey’s DNA results are in—equal parts surprise and delight, confirming what we knew: 100% hippo.

Osaka after dark? Electric. We jumped head first into the neon lights and tiny back-alley izakayas.

Our very first trip to Japan—and wow, did it live up to the hype. Been dreaming of this one for a while!

Losing your dog is a heartbreak like no other. Maddie was my entire world, my constant, my home.

And out of the blue, Bluey appeared, and the way he and Maddie clicked made my heart full.

A look back on the past four months and the whirlwind that followed my cancer diagnosis.