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G is for Grief, Grace, and Gratitude…

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation



When I started mapping out this alphabet series, I had a neat, tidy plan. But life doesn’t always care about our editorial calendars. Lately, my health has thrown up some major roadblocks, forcing me into a position where I’ve had to literally pause.
For someone who loves to run full steam ahead with big plans, hitting the brakes like this is incredibly frustrating. It requires a massive step back to get myself in order, to heal, and to rest. But as I sit in this forced quiet, I’m realizing that the letter G isn’t just one simple concept. It’s a delicate, powerful trifecta: Grief, Grace, and Gratitude.
Grief: Hitting the pause button doesn’t stop the grief we carry; if anything, the quiet makes it louder. And it’s not just grief over a paused schedule. It’s the kind that shows up every single day in ways you don’t expect—the sudden, sharp reminder of loved ones lost, or the quiet ache of mourning the life you thought you would be living now that you’re 50. It’s a heavy thing to carry when your physical body is already tired.
Grace: This is where I am forced to practice what I preach. Grace means giving myself permission to take a step back from my full-steam-ahead plans without viewing it as a failure. It’s letting go of the guilt of the unfinished checklist and understanding that getting myself in order isn’t a luxury—it’s a necessity.
Gratitude: Even in the midst of physical frustration, unexpected grief, and shifted expectations, gratitude doesn’t stop. It coexists right alongside the pain. I am deeply thankful for the quiet, the safety to rest, and the love that surrounds me. Gratitude doesn’t cancel out the hardship, but it gives me a solid place to anchor my soul while I heal.
If you are currently facing a forced pause—whether you’re navigating health challenges, wrestling with the realities of a milestone age, or just trying to catch your breath—know that you don’t have to choose just one emotion. You can hold space for the grief of what was and what might have been, extend yourself the grace to rest right where you are, and still find the gratitude to keep your heart open.
The plans will still be there when we are ready to run again. For today, the pause is exactly where we need to be.

The Weight and the Warmth of June 19th

by Mothersense, posted in This Life


The calendar tells us that Friday, June 19th is Juneteenth—a day designated for collective reflection, freedom, and celebration. But for me, the date always pulls me backward into a deeply personal history. It forces a quiet pause in the middle of summer. It rewinds the clock to 2019, to a road trip to Louisiana, and to a room filled with a heavy, holy kind of love.
June 19th was my precious Uncle John’s birthday. For probably twenty years or more, if you asked him his age, he’d grin and tell you he was “39 and holding.” But on that specific Wednesday in 2019, time was finally catching up. My sisters and I traveled down to see him, knowing we were stepping into a celebration that was also a final, fragile goodbye. He was about to be transitioned to comfort care.
The air in the room was heavy. We each took a turn to have a moment alone with him. When my turn came, I leaned in close. I leaned into the space between this world and whatever comes next, and I whispered into his ear that it was okay to go. I told him that Jeff would take care of me now. I’m not entirely sure how aware he was in that moment, but whispering those words into the quiet of the room was a balm for my own aching heart.
Then, the priest arrived to perform the anointing of the sick. Because Uncle John was a deacon, he shared a long, deeply rooted history with the priest—a brotherhood of faith and service. Yet, in the middle of all that sorrow, a strange and beautiful thing happened. The priest looked at me, knew exactly who I was, and called me by my name. “Emeline’s daughter,” he recognized. Uncle John had woven stories of me into his life and friendships long before those final days. He had carried me in his conversations for years, just as he carried me in his heart.
I still sit with that moment. I think about it every June 19th, right before the anniversary of his passing on June 20th. I look up at the sky and whisper back to him, hoping with everything I have that I am making him proud.
The Magic of a Louisiana Kitchen
When the grief settles into something softer, it usually leads me straight to the stove.
Truthfully, I was blessed with a family of cooks. Uncle John and Aunt Mertie weren’t the only ones who let me sit and pepper them with a million questions while they worked. But being in those Louisiana kitchens? That was a different kind of magic entirely.
Growing up, learning from Mom or Granny had its own rhythm, rooted in the familiar comfort of daily life. But stepping into Uncle John and Aunt Mertie’s kitchen felt like entering a sacred, vibrant sanctuary of flavor and storytelling. The humidity, the slow simmer of a roux, the effortless dance between them as they threw together dishes that tasted like pure love—it was an education in hospitality. They didn’t do it through formal lessons; they taught me simply by letting me exist in their space, answering every curious question a young girl could dream up.
To pass down a legacy is to answer the questions of the curious girl standing by the counter, watching you create.
God, I miss them. I miss the laughter, the Louisiana warmth, and the safe harbor of their home. But every time I replicate a flavor, test the seasoning, or cook with that patient, soul-filled instinct they modeled for me, they are right there.
So this Friday, while the world celebrates, I’ll be holding a quiet space for the deacon who was forever 39, for the mother who came before me, and for the beautiful, heartbreaking privilege of having people in our lives who are this terribly hard to lose.
Happy Birthday, Uncle Johnny. I hope the kitchen in heaven is everything you ever wanted.

The Work Done in the Dark

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation


On Monday, we talked about the mental health ABCs—the tools, the structure, the visible strategies. But if we are honest, sometimes you practice the steps, you do the work, and… nothing seems to change. The surface of your life still looks just as dry, cracked, or foggy as it did before.
It’s easy to feel like you’re failing when you don’t see immediate results. But real growth doesn’t start in the sun. It starts in the dark.
Think about a seed. When it’s buried in the dirt, there are no leaves yet. There are no fruits, no deep roots, no visible proof of life. To anyone looking from the outside, it looks like a whole lot of nothing. But underneath the surface, that seed is active. It’s germinating, shifting, and doing exactly what it needs to do to build a foundation. It is preparing to break through.
Every flower blooms on its own timeline, and every human is a unique, imperfectly perfect creation. We can’t force the season, and we can’t copy someone else’s timeline.
Country artist Eric Church recently spoke to a crowd of graduates and said something that cuts right to the heart of this. He told them that the world doesn’t need more cover songs—it needs your voice. It needs your unique perspective.
Trying to rush your healing or mimic someone else’s visible success is just playing a cover song. Your growth is allowed to be quiet. It is allowed to take time. The unseen work you are doing right now to take care of your mind, to protect your peace, and to just hold on in the quiet—that matters.
The seeds we plant in the dark will not grow overnight. But if you give them time, one day you will get to enjoy the beauty of the work that seed did before it ever even saw the light.
Be patient with your timeline this weekend. You are still growing, even when it’s quiet.

The “Heart-Work” and the “Hard-Work”: Finding My Alignment

by Mothersense, posted in This Life


There is a specific kind of magic that happens when “heart-work” and “hard-work” finally begin to align. For the longest time, it felt like I was operating in a valley—navigating the shadows of uncertainty, managing personal hurdles, and wondering when the pieces would start to fit together. But lately, the view has changed. I’m no longer looking at the climb; I’m looking at the moon.
Building from the Ground Up
Building something brand new requires a unique brand of “brain power.” It’s about more than just having an idea; it’s about the grit required to utilize modern tools and technology to bring a vision to life. Whether it’s developing a recipe app to streamline the heart of the home or a recycling app to help protect our planet, these projects represent the fusion of logic and passion.
My creative world has expanded into every corner of storytelling:
The Novel: Deep, immersive world-building.
The Children’s Book: Seeing the world through a lens of wonder.
Short Stories: Capturing those fleeting moments of human connection.
The Master Catalog: Baring my soul through songwriting, turning raw emotion into lyrics and melodies that I hope will eventually find their way into the world.
The Purpose Behind the Hustle
While the creative projects feed my soul, there is a grounded, protective side to this journey. Working in insurance has become a vital part of my mission. It isn’t just about policies; it’s about the people we do all of this for. It is the safety net that protects our families and our dreams, ensuring that the hard work we put in today is preserved for tomorrow.
Tools for the Ascent
Coming out of that valley required more than just luck. It took intentionality. I’ve leaned heavily into the practices that keep my mental health steady and my focus sharp:
Gratitude Journals: Finding the “wins” even on the heavy days.
Manifestation: Being unapologetic about desiring a better life and a bigger future.
Daily Goals: Smashing those small milestones that lead to massive shifts.
Nowhere to Go But Up
Just a few months ago, things felt heavy. Today, the momentum is real. My health is back in my corner, my mind is clear, and the “alignment” everyone talks about is finally starting to feel like a reality.
When you decide to shoot for the moon, you realize that the hard lessons weren’t there to stop you—they were there to prepare you for the altitude. Here’s to the heart-work, the hard-work, and everything that happens when you finally decide to go up.

Spring in the Kitchen: From Garden Fresh to Family Favorites

by Mothersense, posted in Mental Health Recovery, Reclamation


As the Texas sun begins to warm up that “black waxy” prairie soil and the evenings stay light a little longer, our appetites naturally start to shift. We find ourselves craving the crisp snap of fresh greens, yet we aren’t quite ready to give up those comforting staples that make a house feel like a home.
Planning for the next few weeks is all about balance—celebrating the new growth of the season while keeping the “tried and true” favorites on the table. Here is a curated guide to spring eating that bridges the gap between light, seasonal fare and soul-warming classics.
The Seasonal Stars: Fruits & Veggies
Spring produce is all about brightness and texture. Right now, keep an eye out for:


Strawberries: At their peak of sweetness.
Asparagus & Snap Peas: Perfect for a quick sauté or adding crunch to salads.


Radishes: Providing a peppery bite to balance out sweeter dressings.


Blog Tip: Try a Strawberry & Spinach Poppyseed Salad. It’s vibrant, festive, and looks beautiful on a spring table.
Lighter Bites: Springtime Pasta Salads


Pasta salads are the ultimate “bridge” food. They are filling enough to satisfy but cool enough for a 75-degree afternoon.
Lemon-Asparagus Orzo: This is spring in a bowl. The citrus zest cuts through the richness of the feta, and the tender asparagus tips keep it feeling fresh.


Garden Primavera Macaroni: Take your standard macaroni salad and load it with every crunchy vegetable you can find—cucumbers, bell peppers, and broccoli florets.


The Comfort Staples
Even as we move toward warmer temps, some nights just call for a “staple” dinner. These are the recipes that ground us:
Classic Chicken and Dumplings: It’s a year-round essential. To give it a springtime lift, be generous with fresh parsley and a squeeze of lemon in the broth to keep the flavors “up.”
Sheet-Pan Lemon Herb Chicken: If you want the comfort of a roast without the heavy cleanup, toss chicken thighs, new potatoes, and spring carrots onto a single sheet pan.


The “Dump & Go” Finale
Sometimes the best part of spring is spending more time outside and less time hovering over the oven. Enter the Dump Cake. It’s the ultimate low-effort, high-reward dessert.
The Peach & Berry Twist: Layer canned peaches and frozen blueberries in a 9×13 dish.


The Topping: Sprinkle a yellow cake mix evenly over the fruit.


The Finish: Place thin pats of butter over the entire surface and bake until the fruit is bubbling and the top is golden-brown.


A Note for the Hand-Bakers
If you’re still reaching for the flour bin to knead a fresh loaf of sandwich bread, keep an eye on the rising humidity! Texas spring weather can make your dough a bit stickier than it was in February. Trust your hands—a little extra dusting of flour during the kneading process will keep things moving smoothly.


What are you most excited to cook this spring? Drop a comment below and let’s swap seasonal secrets!

Love and light Julie