This is where I spill the small truths of everyday life — the things I’m thinking about, struggling with, learning from, or simply surviving. Just little snapshots of my mind as I move through the week. Nothing polished, nothing filtered — just honest thoughts from a life in progress.
Why I’m Writing This Story
Some memories don't settle. They stand apart, waiting. Writing became my way of gathering the pieces—of telling that frightened child, finally, that everything will be alright.
What Finally Got Me to Clean
My daughter's boyfriend was coming over, and suddenly our messy split-level needed to become presentable.
I Almost Became My Mother
A Thanksgiving dinner. A misunderstood comment. A closed door. And the silent standoff between a mother and daughter who are more alike than either wants to admit.
❦ I write these as life happens, not on a schedule.
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