Does she remember?
Today, I turn 59. Birthdays have always carried a weight of reflection for me, a quiet moment to acknowledge another […]
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My troubled reflection
Body dysmorphia is such a cruel and relentless companion. It whispers in my ear when the world goes quiet, and
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Soul friend
There are friendships, and then there are the rare, extraordinary connections that transcend the word entirely. When I think of
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Grief Writing
Grief has a way of silencing even the most expressive of souls. It’s been a long time since I’ve
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The Beauty of Being a Work in Progress…
There’s a certain magic to imperfection. I’ve spent most of my life trying to avoid it, running away from the
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Navigating Life’s Unfilled Spaces…
In my life now, I find myself at a crossroads of reflection, wrapped in a bittersweet embrace of what could
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My Journey with My Father’s Dementia (written prior to October 11, 2024 – when I lost my dad)…
As I sit here, the afternoon light streaming softly through the window, I can’t help but reflect on the journey
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The Day Everything Changed…
Five days ago, October 11, 2024, I lost my father. The gravity of that statement is almost too heavy to
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Do penguins have knees???
It’s a Monday evening, well, technically Tuesday morning now. After a full day of work and a night of household
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Life is learning lessons….
As I sit here, a 58-year-old woman reflecting on a life filled with challenges, growth, love, and unexpected joy, I