What if the greatest gift wasn’t under the tree?Outside, there was snow, a song playing out loud on the window glass.Dec 27, 202420Dec 27, 202420
My Writing Isn’t Always PrettyI want to express what it means to be human, to love and lose and recover.Dec 7, 20243Dec 7, 20243
I can’t “save” everyoneTrue connection must include the freedom to heal individuallyOct 6, 20249Oct 6, 20249
I’ve always been a story-collectorI crave resilience stories but learned empathy needs boundariesOct 5, 20246Oct 5, 20246