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 MoreLoss doesn’t erase habit. The way we fold towels the way they taught us, the way we whisper a prayer before meals, or the way we pause at their favorite song. Rituals are echoes of love, we keep them going so we don’t forget.
Read MoreSometimes, the best view isn’t the sunset or the skyline it’s the quiet theater of people just being themselves.
There’s an art to people watching. It’s not just staring, it’s noticing. The small things. The way someone fidgets with their keys while waiting for coffee, staring at their phones on an elevator with limited reception, or how a couple leans closer when they laugh, like their bodies can’t help but remember they’re each other’s favorite person…
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