Dear Reader, She said, “I’m 65, and I’m not finished.” Hell. Yes. She booked a call after hearing me speak at a summit. One of my AI images of me with a unicorn stirred something inside her. My words made her feel seen.Not just as “mom” or “grandma.” But a woman still burning with stories. With vision. With a voice that refuses to go quiet. She told me, “I’ve spent decades showing up for everyone else. Now it’s my turn.” That part hit hard. She saw that unicorn and thought,“What’s my version...

Dear Reader, My son messaged me recently, asking, “Would you like this pour-over coffee set for Mother’s Day?” It made me smile—I sent him that link a few months ago.We love craft coffee, strong opinions 😂, and thoughtful gifts. Being his mom has taught me patience, presence, and how to hold space through change.And what have I passed on to him?→ That it’s okay to question things.→ That emotions are not a weakness.→ That growth requires effort and compassion.→ That you can be both independent...

DearReader,April 27th would have been my mom’s 86th birthday—and four years ago, on this same day, my aunt passed away on her 86th birthday. My mama with my son when he was a wee little guy, when we visited India Two women. Two completely different lives. My mom, Aai, was the quiet force behind our family. Her work—making endless cups of chai, cooking meal after meal, and keeping our home running—was unpaid, expected, and often invisible. She did it all with love but rarely with recognition....