I’m working on something gentle. A reminder wrapped in a story. It’s called Princesses Are Warriors…
I’m working on something tender. Something strong. A book made of letters — written for coloured…
I’ve been moving slowly—not because I’ve given up, but because sometimes rebuilding asks for stillness first….
I used to think starting over meant failure. That going back to the beginning meant I’d…
I speak kindly to others. I remind them to rest, to be gentle with themselves, to…
There are days you just want to rest. Not inspire. Not guide. Not carry the weight…
You can’t always see it—but we carry it. The invisible load. The grief that lingers long…
I’ve always been the “difficult” one. The one who noticed too much. The one who spoke…
My dad used to say it all the time. “Write it down.” Ideas, worries, prayers, hopes—whatever…
Ever think of saying no, but still say yes because you feel like you’re supposed to?…