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We all have an attic—where the things we’d rather forget still whisper to be seen.

Redefining what it means to fight: not with fists, but with heart, truth, and grace.

I read something that made me stop and think.

I thought I would be ok. What is 90 minutes? It turns out it is an eternity.

This year has been brutal on my body.

What do you do when no one is coming to save you?

Sometimes brutality doesn't come from a person. It comes from circumstance.

Even in the loneliest seasons, love has a way of finding the cracks where light can still get through

The public-private arena should have its own name.

This has been an interesting thing for me to process and learn from.

I wasn’t born into ease. But I was enchanted by possibility.

This has been living in my head lately, and I’m not mad about it.

My dad used to say, “Do what you advertise.” I thought he was talking about marketing. Turns out, he was teaching me about life.

I have big plans for my future lives. This one? Still under construction.

The stage has lights and scripts. Real life just has better liars.

I came across an old computer file that made me think.

The pen that helped me survive has started to whisper, “It’s time.”