Playfully True

Let’s cut the crap - pun intended.

No one warned me that my mid-forties would mean getting a formal invite to drink liquid fire and spend the night conducting a full-body exorcism in my bathroom. But here we are! Welcome to middle age folks – where birthdays come with the gift of preventative screenings.

Crystal Light and Colon Regret Let’s cut the crap. No one warned me that my mid-forties would mean getting a formal invite to drink liquid fire and spend the night conducting a full-body exorcism in my bathroom. But here we are!…

Hey friends – if you've been here a while, you might remember this page from The Awakenings Project days. That project was my baby, and I miss it deeply. It held space for hundreds of women to show up, speak up, and be seen — and it changed me forever. 💛

Now, after a long pause (thanks, COVID), I’m starting to look through the lens again. But with a whole new perspective. One shaped by healing, grit, breast cancer, and the beautiful chaos of raising teens, running slow, and building a life that’s playfully, but brutally honest.

The page has a new name - Playfully True - and a new direction: unfiltered stories about how we show up, fall down, and try again (usually fueled by rage, sarcasm, and caffeine).

So if you’re still here, thank you. If you’re new, welcome. It might get wild. Start here 👇👇

[https://playfullytrue.com/2025/05/26/so-i-never-introduced-myself-did-i/](https://playfullytrue.com/2025/05/26/so-i-never-introduced-myself-did-i/)

Let's take a ride, shall we?