Thirty days. Fifteen voices. Thirty ways of naming what lingers after the noise fades.
When I started this, I thought I was curating a series. What actually happened was a chorus. Friends, family, e-friends, people I’ve hugged in person and others I’ve only known through screens, you showed up and left pieces of yourselves here. And now this page hums with all of it…
Read MoreMorning always comes, even when grief tries to convince us otherwise. Light seeps through curtains, spills across kitchen floors, glows in a candle wick. What remains in light is possibility, the proof that darkness doesn’t win forever.
Read MoreThere’s a kind of peace that comes from not having to explain yourself. Not because you’re avoiding anything. Not because you’ve shut down or closed off. But because the people around you already get it. You’ve built a rhythm with them intentionally or over time where your boundaries don’t need a presentation, and your choices don’t need a backstory…
Read MoreThings can’t be pleasant all the time.
Trouble can be a teacher in disguise.
What you need may not be what you want.
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