In this heartfelt episode, I share why the name Karen still matters deeply to me—and why it always will. While the world has turned the name into a punchline, I remember the Karen I knew: my sister. The kindest, funniest, most gentle soul I’ve ever loved.

Thirty years ago, cancer took her from us far too soon. She never met her nieces. She never had children of her own. But she left behind something cancer could never touch—love, laughter, and memories that still live on, especially at Christmas.

I share why Frosty the Snowman was her favorite Christmas movie, how a small Build-A-Bear became a sacred keepsake, and why honoring her name feels like an act of faith. As we close out the year, I also offer a gentle New Year blessing—one inspired by Frosty himself, who reminded us every time he came to life that endings can still hold joy.

This episode is for anyone carrying grief into the holidays, for anyone missing someone as the year turns over, and for anyone who needs permission to remember with tenderness and hope.

As Frosty always said…
“Happy New Year!” ☃️✨

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