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  • A Child’s Holiday

    Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more

  • Whispering Winter

    Winter arrives without a sound. The air turns cold and clean, and my breath becomes small white clouds that linger upon the gentle breeze. I pull my coat close and listen to the quiet. The lights come on one by one. They glow softly on houses and trees, not loud, not bright—just enough. When snow Read more

  • Their Loss

    “They used you…” No. They received genuine love and care from me, and they played themselves. I saw a similar quote on a reel posted by J-Okayyyy on Instagram. It took me a couple of reads to really sink in, but when it did? It cracked something wide open. Absolute game-changer for the whole “poor Read more

  • My Thanksgiving Reflections

    On Thanksgiving, I like to slow down and take a real look at my life — not through the lens of everything that’s happened, but through the lens of everything I have. Gratitude feels richer when it’s rooted in the present, and right now my life is full of things worth appreciating. I’m grateful for Read more