There was a time when doctors felt like witnesses to our humanity. When you walked into a room carrying pain and left feeling at least a little seen. When hands lingered longer than the ticking clock. When questions were asked not to hurry you along, but to understand you. Back then, it felt as though illness … Continue reading The Weight of a Name Replaced by a Number.
2026
“How Ancient Cultures Honored Their Dead During Winter.”
Winter has always felt like a season stitched from silence and memory. The world slows. The trees bare their bones. The sun slips away early, as though retreating into a contemplative slumber. In this hush, in this pale, breathless stillness, many ancient cultures sensed that the veil between the living and the dead grew thinner, … Continue reading “How Ancient Cultures Honored Their Dead During Winter.”
A Whisper From the Past: How to Begin Family History Research.
There comes a quiet moment, often when you least expect it, when the past reaches out and taps gently on your shoulder. It might arrive through an old photograph tucked into the back of a drawer, a surname murmured at a funeral, a question asked too late, or a story that suddenly feels unfinished. Who … Continue reading A Whisper From the Past: How to Begin Family History Research.
The Dash.
Between the moment breath beganand silence learned your name,there rests a single, slender line,so small, it looks the same.Yet in that quiet stroke of inklived every step you tried,the days you stood in borrowed light,the nights you broke or cried.It holds the hands you dared to take,the hearts you learned to mend,the courage found in … Continue reading The Dash.
Unarmored.
I feel the world before it speaks,a shift in tone, a passing glance,the way a room inhales too sharplyor joy arrives without advance.My skin is thinner than most days allow,words land heavy, even kind ones do.I hear the things you didn’t mean to sayand carry them longer than you knew.I love in floods, not careful … Continue reading Unarmored.
“Winter Superstitions Our Ancestors Truly Believed”
There is something about winter that invites stories, isn’t there? Perhaps it is the long velvet of the nights, or the way snow hushes the world into a soft vow of silence. Perhaps it is the breath that escapes our lips in pale clouds, as though each spoken word briefly becomes a wandering spirit itself. … Continue reading “Winter Superstitions Our Ancestors Truly Believed”
Between Resolutions and Reality.
January arrives like, “Be your best,”While stealing daylight, joy, and zest.It hands me kale and gym receipts,Then laughs while freezing off my feet.The holidays have fled the scene,My bank account is… emotionally lean.The scale remembers every cookie,But my willpower? Playing hooky.My bed says, “Stay.” My job says, “Move.”My face says, “I disapprove.”The sky’s one long, … Continue reading Between Resolutions and Reality.
“The History of Candlelight Rituals During the Darkest Days of the Year”
For as long as humans have watched the sun slip early behind winter’s horizon, candles have glowed in response, small, defiant flames cupped in cold hands, flickering with hope during the longest nights. The darkest days of the year have always stirred something ancient in us, something that reaches back to times when winter meant … Continue reading “The History of Candlelight Rituals During the Darkest Days of the Year”
Life Measured in Love, Not Milestones.
2025 was not a year of milestones or glossy triumphs. It was a year of endurance. A year where simply getting through the day felt like an act of quiet rebellion.Mentally, physically, emotionally, this year asked everything of me and often gave very little back. Living with autoimmune disease is like sharing your body with … Continue reading Life Measured in Love, Not Milestones.
“When the World Kept Time by the Sun: Ancient Calendars and the Spring-born Year”
Long before clocks began their tireless ticking and calendars sliced our lives into tidy little boxes, time lived not on our walls or in our pockets, but in the world itself. It glowed in the throat of the dawn, shimmered along riverbanks, and drifted through the rise and fall of seasons. Ancient people did not … Continue reading “When the World Kept Time by the Sun: Ancient Calendars and the Spring-born Year”
A Letter to the Girl I Was
I was gentle in a world that often mistakes gentleness for weakness. I believed love had to be earned, perfection was protection, and being “enough” was something just outside my grasp. Somewhere along the way, a quiet fear settled in, that without perfection, I might be undeserving of love or life.So if I could write … Continue reading A Letter to the Girl I Was
Intwined 