25 years without you.A lifetime with you in me. Somehow, both are true at the same time. There are days when 25 years feels impossible—like I’ve lived more of my life without youthan I ever got to with you. A whole childhood.A whole becoming.Versions of me you never got to meet. And I think about… Continue reading 25
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You Can’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth
There is an old saying that people repeat as if it were simple wisdom, something meant to keep us humble and grateful: you can’t look a gift horse in the mouth. It teaches you not to question what you’ve been given, not to inspect it too closely, not to ask whether the gift was really… Continue reading You Can’t Look a Gift Horse in the Mouth
I Wish Heaven Had Visiting Hours
I wish heaven had visiting hours, so I could sit with you again, hear your voice, soft and steady, feel the comfort of your presence like I used to. I would sit across from you, watch you smile, watch your eyes light up at nothing at all, and remember how the world made sense when… Continue reading I Wish Heaven Had Visiting Hours
Finally Realizing: I Have Nothing to Prove to Anyone
“I am enough simply by being me.” It hits differently when you truly realize it: you don’t owe anyone validation. You don’t need to explain yourself. You don’t need to fit into the boxes, expectations, or judgments that others try to place on you. I’m living for me and me only. Not for applause. Not… Continue reading Finally Realizing: I Have Nothing to Prove to Anyone
Borrowed Glimpses of a Mother’s Love
Finding traces of my mother’s pride in unexpected places I hope this doesn’t sound strange, but sometimes I find myself living vicariously through Blue Ivy Carter. Every time I see a video of Beyoncé watching her—really watching her—with that face only mothers have when they can’t believe they got to make someone so extraordinary, I… Continue reading Borrowed Glimpses of a Mother’s Love
70th
She would’ve been 70 today.And it’s strange—how you can ache for someone longer than you ever had them.Stranger still, how they can shape your life from the grave in ways the living never could. I was only nine when she left.Nine.Too young to understand what death really was, too old to forget the sound of… Continue reading 70th
Dreaming of Mother-Daughter Trips
I often find myself dreaming of mother-daughter trips. Those special moments filled with laughter, adventure, and the simple joy of being together. Trips where stories are shared, hands are held, and memories are made. But for me, those trips never happened. My mom was cremated, and her ashes were scattered into the ocean when I… Continue reading Dreaming of Mother-Daughter Trips
The chance I never got
I never got the chanceto see the roles reversed to tuck her in when the world wore her down,to stroke her hair and say, “Rest now, I’ve got you.” She gave and gavefrom a well that seemed endless,but I never got to refill it.Never got to be her safe place,her warmth in the cold,her peace… Continue reading The chance I never got
Villain Origin
Life is so cruel,sharp as the wind through a child’s torn coat,cold in a way that no one prepares you for.I blink, and the world redraws itself.One less heartbeat.One more ache. Is this my villain origin story?The silent scream behind brave eyes,the scar that doesn’t show but burns all the same.They only see the anger,… Continue reading Villain Origin
Damn, it’s Mother’s Day
Those words aren’t bitter, they’re just raw. They’re honest. They echo from a place in me that still tries to understand what this day is supposed to feel like. While the world around me blooms with pastel cards and Instagram posts filled with brunches and bouquets, I’m quietly reminded that there’s a hollow space inside… Continue reading Damn, it’s Mother’s Day