Today, I moved through a sacred ache that has followed me like a shadow for years: the longing for true family. Not just blood — but bond. Not just relatives — but real love. I found myself reflecting on what the word "sister" means, and how it has ...

There’s a kind of heaviness that doesn’t show up in the mirror. It doesn’t leave bruises. But it settles in the spirit like fog — silent, stubborn, and suffocating. That weight is expectation. Unspoken obligations. Family roles I never chose… but so...

🖤 To the Parents Holding Grief and Rage in the Same Home: If you’re going through something similar — I see you. It’s not easy being the one they lash out at. It’s not easy holding space while holding your own broken heart. Here’s what I’m learning:...

There comes a moment in every mother’s life where the Earth shifts beneath her — quietly, cosmically. Not with fanfare, but with deep internal echoes. That moment… is when your child turns 18. It is not just a birthday. It is a portal. It is the mom...

I didn’t plan to write a book. I planned to survive. To dream. To heal. But the visions came. The voices whispered. The symbols aligned. And Alana arrived. She is me — and she is every being who has ever longed to remember where they came from. The ...