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Woman. The word itself stands alone.  It is powerful.  It is big and bold, encompassing every ounce of the spectrum.  We feel.  We know.  And our days never lack in navigating when’s an appropriate time to 'feel' and when it's time to 'know'. During this pandemic, there were weeks I felt I was floating in...

To begin.

Daily meditations, yoga stretches, long walks, a good book - I do these things to quiet my thoughts and center. But now, I'm being asked to hold a magnifying glass over my thoughts and memories every morning, and then re-center myself from where ever the chapter/exercise took me? And I'm doing this voluntarily? Correct.

The first.

I've sat down to write this more than a handful of times over the last week or so, trying to share some recent and sensitive news with everyone.  Every time, I carve out an hour and I just start to type.  And every time, my free-flow of emotions settle differently, my "message" varying with each...

everything in the middle of nowhere.

It's a weird thing. I have literally thought to myself and/or said out loud to others, "I really feel like blogging" and yet... nothing.  For quite awhile now. That is always a huge indicator for me.  I write when I have something that needs to be said.  When the desire to write my heart, read...

Burden or light.

http://www.RachelWilliamsOnline.com I don't know when it happened exactly.  I just know it happened. It wasn't overnight.  It wasn't one catastrophic event.  It wasn't someone's words that lingered.  It wasn't one specific loss that did me in. So I guess it was an endless series of things...life...that didn't seem all that noticeable at the time but "out of nowhere",...

What is mine…

Yards.  Lawns. People take such pride in them, right?  Mowing, watering, landscaping, gardening.  Personally, I never got into it.  However, I do remember how I enjoyed using my push lawn mower in my first rental house. **See photo below for proof** I was about 21 years old, renting a one bedroom, 500 square foot house on a dead end street...

“I talked myself out of it.”

It's 2AM and I can't sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong.  Sometimes the brain just wants to create...and in my case, that means I'm writing. It's been over a month since my last blog.  I've thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then.  I'd take my laptop in the car with me wherever...

Silenced.

I will never, in my lifetime, forget December 2, 2010. I was sleeping in bed alongside my "work-in-progress" boyfriend at the time, in my blue bedroom, in my new house in Hermitage, TN.  I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand.  I picked it up and immediately saw a photo of a baby in an incubator, all...

The ultimate “swipe right”

Around this time last year, I was asked out on date by a dude on Tinder, who's caption read, "It's getting cold outside.  Looking for a girlfriend for the winter."  True story. A girl with my dating track record really had nothing to lose. I had JUST relocated to Michigan for a few months to...

Sobering up to a “fallen sky”…

I don't want to get political. I really don't.  And I won't. I will say, however, that I urged my fellow family members and friends to vote.  I posted on my social media accounts to please, for the love of God, go vote.  I spent a good chunk of time sorting through my feelings with my fingers...