Curated
The Rest Of The Story – Part I Social media stresses me out—the Father’s Day posts elevated my blood pressure. ‘You are the best; thanks for all you do; you are always there for me.’ It’s sweet, but isn’t that the gig? To provide cheer, support, wipe noses, etc. But that’s neither here nor there. ...
She is me, I am her—
A mirror reflecting back, a sister’s heart, Same sky, different clouds. What she says isn’t always what she means, Her eyes whisper a different story, Hidden truths between the lines. Her inner desires and outer world— Don’t always align. A disconnect, a silent scream, Trapped in that invisible cage. I’ve been there—fully present, yet...
Daughters of Giants
I Am the Daughter of a Giant A Love Poem to My Mother I am the daughter of a giant. Her strength? In my bones. Her dreams? They beat in my chest. Her fight? Pulses through my veins. She didn’t raise me to whisper. To flinch. To make myself small. She broke herself So I could be whole. Starved her wants So...
Done Is Better Than Perfect
Coulda, Woulda, Shoulda— My biggest fear is reaching the end of life stuck on the sidelines, holding a bag of someday regrets. To all the mamas waiting for the stars to align, the perfect moment, and the ideal version of yourself to show up—that bus you’re waiting for isn’t coming. Every second spent waiting for...
Glow-Up
Your win’s my glow, your spark, your light, Your name’s my cheer, loud and clear, Your back I’ve got, no doubt, no fear Clapping so loud, fists reach to the sky No shade, just love, and genuine praise, fixing each other’s crown in the cosmic haze Respect and trust, our bond pure gold, Glow...
The F*ckery of Fake Feminism: It’s Time for Real Sisterhood
Ugh, the “girl power” movement? Sometimes, it feels like a steaming pile of BS. Don’t get me twisted; I’m all about women supporting women. But lately, I’ve been seeing a dark side – a performative one – that makes my skin crawl. That curated Instagram feeds overflowing with inspirational quotes and #womensupportingwomen hashtags often mask...
Snowflake
in my palm a single snowflake unique and delicate sparkling in sunshine yet melting in loneliness too magical to vanish tenderly I surrender to the fallen snow for comfort and strength a tiny snowball now rolling alongside me soon more snowflakes no two alike as the snowball expands more friends eager to...
Wounded Bird
“Bravo,” I murmured, the word laced with something darker; that’s when it hit me – the sheer depth of the manipulation. It started subtly – the endless woes, the constant need for sympathy. My gut had sensed something was off months ago, a nagging inconsistency underlying the never-ending pity party. When the truth finally clicked,...
I Am Sorry
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