personal-growth
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A Year
I’m often asked, “How are you doing?” The answer depends on how often someone sees me. Those who see me once or twice a year, usually through the lens of social media, ask about the book. They want to know how it’s doing. And to be fair, it’s doing really well. Better than I ever…
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Touch
I imagine there’s this moment – that breath between passion and peace – after the whirlwind of laughter, kissing, and undressing. When the noise fades, and he pulls me close. Naked. Unarmored. Present. He just holds me. And in that stillness, I can feel his heartbeat against mine, his body pressed to me – hard,…
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I Love You Most!
When I was a little girl, my father used to tell me, “I love you.” I would answer, “I love you too,” and without fail, he would reply, “I love you most.”In the sea of painful memories I carry from my childhood, these small moments stand out like tiny life rafts. They help me step…
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Regret
“You’re doing the right thing.” That’s what I was told. And it was exactly what I wanted to believe. I am broken.Shattered.Tenderly glued together. But at that moment – I wished that I hadn’t hit “unsubscribe.” I wished more than anything that I could hit the undo button. I kept thinking “this isn’t me” –…
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The Good!
This was not an easy weekend for me.It never is – but this one carried an extra layer of weight. Learning recently that his family was behind all of the August chaos added a sting I couldn’t quite shake. And yet, in spite of it, I find myself feeling deeply grateful for the good that…
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A Little Laugh, A Big Win, and a Heart Full of Gratitude
Someone sent me a quote the other day that made me laugh so hard I nearly spilled my coffee: “To be an author these days you have to write, edit, commission art, run a mailing list, learn marketing, pay for ads, grind on social media… All Hemingway had to do was be an alcoholic.” I laughed because…
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A long Road
It’s been a week since he left, and I just miss my friend. That afternoon in the parking lot, as we stood under the warm sun, he wrapped his arms around me. He told me he loved me and in that moment, his love filled me with warmth and strength. He doesn’t even realize it,…
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The North Star
There is a star in the northern sky that has outlasted empires, storms, and time itself. The North Star. Constant, unwavering, a fixed point when all else seems to drift away. Sailors once trusted it with their lives, wanderers with their return, lovers with their hope. I’ve spent a lifetime looking for my North Star.…

