A reflection on love, loss, and the everlasting presence of my mother. For My Mother, Tonya Good morning, dear readers — or good evening to those standing on the same side of the sun as I am. Lately, my life feels like an Eric Satie piece played by Alexandre Tharaud: haunting, fragile, and achingly beautiful. This post is dedicated to my mother, Tonya — a woman so pure, so radiant, that her very existence seemed to hold light itself. When someone you love passes, you begin to realize how much...

There’s something about late October that feels… different. The air hums with an eerie electricity, like the world itself is holding its breath. Once upon a time, I used to love Halloween. I’d plan my costume weeks in advance, chase the sugar high of trick-or-treating, and end the night laughing at some friend’s party. It was playful, silly, harmless—or so I thought. But this year feels heavier. The older I get, the more I sense that there’s something deeper pulsing beneath the orange lights...

Hello my Dear readers. Did you miss me? Because I’ve missed you — and honestly, I’ve missed me , too. It’s been a while since I’ve sat down with my laptop, messy bun, and overly ambitious cup of coffee, pretending I have it all figured out. Spoiler: I don’t. My life lately? A wild season of plot twists and caffeine!! — But then again, when has life ever been subtle? Here’s the hard part — three loved ones passed away this year. Three hearts, three worlds, all gone within months. And while I...