Hey There, I am Stacy! I am a therapist, writer and typographer. I have a hypothesis that we are all wandering this earth looking for meaning and connection.
For me, words hold my world together. Words create stories. Stories create our lives. XOXO. My goal is pretty simple: To design a life with few regrets.....and some damn good stories. And because sharing is caring - enjoy!
03/28/2026
Sat in a coffee shop all morning watching the full human show— protesters with signs, awkward first dates, friends picking up right where they left off, couples sitting in silence… coffee, paper, cross-stitch. People are awesome.
We’re born so damn good.
And then life happens.
And sometimes it hurts.
And some of that goodness gets bent, bruised, a little off-center.
But it’s still in there.
This morning a friend brought me fresh tulips. Another reminded me of The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz. And sitting here, watching all of this… I keep thinking— what if it really is this simple?
The Four Agreements:
1. Be impeccable with your word
2. Don’t take anything personally
3. Don’t make assumptions
4. Always do your best
That’s it. Stay kind. Stay clear. Stay human. Feels like we’d keep a lot more of that original goodness if we did.
03/27/2026
Recently, I had a client sit down for a therapy session and do nothing but celebrate how good life was for her. And then at the end of the session she apologized for the celebratory rant. Apology not accepted.
When life is good, please pause. Please celebrate. Please dance on tables. Please run barefoot in the front yard. Please cry tears of joy.
It may not be popular, BUT it is possible for the world around you to be one big effing dumpster fire and for you to be doing well. Or even better than well.
Your life does not have to be a reflection of the world around you. And wild congratulations to you if it doesn’t.
&beglad
03/23/2026
In the therapy world, people often list their specialties and certifications. When I’m asked mine, I never say what I want to say: I love people. All people. The complicated ones. The messy couples and families. I love the problems created by money and the problems created by never-enough-money. I love when trauma is transformed into a gritty-super-power.
Inside of each of us there are mustard seeds of courage—buried, maybe—but still alive. Some of us just need longer shovels to find these seeds. And the truth is… we all get lost. If we’re not right now, we will be again.
This poem by David Wagoner brings me back to this — and to my training as a Forest Therapist (yes, it’s a real thing).
“Lost” by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
03/22/2026
“I wish somebody would’ve told me, babe, that someday these will be the good ole days.” —
Traveling with people that I adore.
It’s the only thing I want to do forever.
And ever.
Until we can’t.
And then we will do other stuff.
03/18/2026
Wanting everything can be a form of protection.
If we keep chasing the next thing, we don’t have to ask the harder question: What actually matters to me?
Because that question requires stillness. Dammit.
And stillness can feel dangerously close to emptiness—until it doesn’t. Dammit.
03/17/2026
Be a little hairy.
Be a mystery.
Grow slowly.
Don’t overdo yourself.
You will bloom.
In your own time.
03/13/2026
The more I spend time thinking and writing, the more confused I get. And then I keep thinking and writing.
When I think of loving people with all of our might — I think of this kind of love requiring varying degrees of intention and effort.
I want to be patient.
I want to forgive.
I want say right things at the right time.
But the deepest form of love is never forced and doesn’t require as much of a focus on effort. Or doing. It is more of a state of being.
It’s the kind of love that flows through us when our hearts are softened and awakened enough. There’s an old word for this: charity.
Love is effort. Charity is when compassion becomes our nature.
Charity is love that has become a habit of the heart.
Okay, I have a lot more work to do on this love & charity cocktail.
03/10/2026
Some of us have a lot of beautiful and complicated things going on up there.
WAIT.
Does anyone NOT feel this way?!
03/08/2026
I love teen clients the mostest.
They try new things.
They aren’t afraid to fail.
Their honesty is refreshing.
And their way of describing things gets my attention.
My hope is that you find your nervous system in “lock screen” mode this weekend.
No notifications.
No noises.
No scrolling.
03/06/2026
Today’s Affirmations:
I hate this weather.
I hate this weather.
I hate this weather.
Rejoice & Be Glad.
Rejoice & Be Glad.
Rejoice & Be Glad.
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Blue Raddish is about living. And doing. And not waiting. Blue Raddish is about designing a life with few regrets.
My story starts with parents who didn't stay married but who have a lot in common. My mom raised my sisters and I in an organized and spontaneous home where girl-power was kind of a religion. If we had a good idea, we did it. We didn't wait for the sun or moon to be in the right place. We just did it. My Mom kept a clean and orderly house. We worked hard. And played harder. We never learned how to watch TV but we learned how to clean a toilet and we learned how to exercise with Jane Fonda exercise videos. We always had a place to create. We always had a place to go to make a mess and typically that place had a door. My Mom always sewed and still does in a glorious quilt studio with a door.
While my Dad didn't participate in our daily lives, his inspiration, his words, his life and sense of humor were a constant thread in our lives. He was moving. Doing. Sending letters. Calling us. Provoking us with motivational words and letters that were well.....very different than our friends' dads. We always wanted him to be more normal. Now I realize that he was giving us what he had to give us and that had staying power. He always told us that if we turned out normal, he and mom had failed.
In their own ways, my parents taught us how to work hard and chase dreams. And for goodness sake, never wait until the time is right. Just do it.
As a corporate chick by day, Blue Raddish has been a creative outlet. Something that is mine. Something that can change when I need it to change. Something that can keep my right brain turned on until midnight. Something that I hope is part of our kids' story.
As much as I would like to position Blue Raddish as a lifestyle brand, it is really a brand that reflects what is important to a me, a wife and working mother who won't give up on having a small business and a rich life. I created blue Raddish 15 years ago, before the birth of 3 kids, 10 different jobs and 4 moves. And it lives on.
And not waiting. Blue Raddish is about designing a life with few regrets.
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