Category: Writing
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hey, it’s me again.writing from the middle. for a long time, i thought rest was something you earned. something that came afterafter the workafter the effortafter proving you were disciplined enough. if i finished the list, i could rest.if i didn’t —i felt like i failed. not just tired.not just behind. like i was the…
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A quiet Christmas Eve reflection on childhood wonder, motherhood, and the honor of creating meaningful holiday moments through presence, connection, and love.
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Some connections don’t grow through time. They grow through truth. This is a reflection on learning a new kind of closeness, and what it means to be seen without being rushed.
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Clarity doesn’t always arrive as relief. Sometimes it dismantles what you worked hard to hold together. This is about discernment, grief, and the quiet strength it takes to live in alignment — even when clarity costs more than you expected.
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Fifteen years ago, I became a mother before I fully knew who I was. We grew up together — through fear, love, and a lot of figuring it out — and somehow, he became the best part of me.
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A quiet reflection on clarity, faith, and the moment you stop explaining yourself. This is about naming what’s real, choosing peace, and becoming who you were always meant to be — gently, honestly, and without performance.
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hey, it’s me again… 