To the One Who has a Complicated Relationship to Their Mother
There are some letters that don’t begin with ease. This is one of them. This letter is for the one who feels tangled on Mother’s Day—the one holding both ache and reverence, love and distance, gratitude and grief. You don’t have to perform a feeling you don’t have. You don’t have to betray your truth to honor your humanity.
To the One Who Wants to Feel Alive Again
You’re already burning. And that fire? It’s the only thing that’s ever been real in this damn world. This is your permission slip to stop waiting for the perfect moment. Choose the wild, the messy, the brutally beautiful life you were meant for. Read my birthday wish for you…
To the One Who’s Ready to Create Something New This Spring
You want to be alive. You want to bloom from your bones. You want to wake up to yourself, moaning with meaning. And you can…
To the One Hungry for a Rebirth
You’re hungry for a life that doesn’t require you to fold yourself in half just to fit. You are ravenous—for the rise, for the reclamation, for the rhythm of your own becoming. To feel alive again. And that hunger? It’s holy…
To the One who Worries
You call it preparation. Readiness. A safeguard. You believe if you run the numbers enough times, if you account for every possibility, you can stay ahead of loss, of failure, of regret. Yet worry is not a fortress; it is a cage…
