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Unfiltered truths poured onto the page—honest, raw, and deeply felt
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The Five-Dollar Discovery
What is the best purchase you have ever made? White chalk across the top read “$5.” At first glance, that was all there was to see. The resale shop was an old house where every room held collections that had… Continue reading
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A Word Without a Soul
If I could permanently ban one word from general usage, it would be “normal.” It is a word without a soul — a linguistic vacuum that quietly drains the vibrancy from the human experience. It masquerades as truth, as if… Continue reading
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The Book That Refuses to Be Finished
I think there are sixty-six of them. Some are poetry.Some are history.Some are letters written from prison cells and dusty roads—and enough wisdom to keep you coming back for more. I have read these books many times. Each time, I… Continue reading
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To Complain or Not to Complain
I complain about nothing small.Small things do not trouble me.I complain about nothing politely. I complain—though perhaps that is not the word. Once, it simply meant saying:this hurts,this isn’t right,truth refusing to stay quiet. Somewhere along the way, it soured—recast… Continue reading
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If I Could Un-Invent Something
It would be the speed. The way everything learned how to rushbefore we did. I don’t wish away phones, or the internet, or the ability to connect.I just wish we hadn’t trained ourselvesto respond before we reflect,to react before we… Continue reading
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Remembering Is to Live Again
What has been lived does not dissolve;it persists, asking to be remembered,tugging at my sleeve with borrowed sighs. Time, I have learned, does not proceed cleanly forward.It folds.It sneaks in. Some people want to outrun time.I sit with it.I ask… Continue reading
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The Place That Shows Up With Me
My perfect space isn’t something I build.It doesn’t have walls or windows or a door I need to close behind me. I can’t imagine waiting on a room or a piece of furniture in order to write, as if words,… Continue reading
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The One Who Sleeps Through The Waves
There are storms that roar in which I have no control, storms that roar like they have permission. Winds that arrive without warning, and my spirit asks quietly, “Lord… am I still safe?” But lately, I’ve been learning something in… Continue reading
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I Don’t Fit Inside First Impressions
“What’s the first impression you want to give people?” If I’m honest, I don’t think much about first impressions.Not because I’m careless, but because I’m a storyteller who knows that one voice is never enough to explain a whole heart.… Continue reading
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