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My First Open Mic
A quiet afternoon turned into an unexpected creative journey: finishing a felted clown, stepping into an open mic for the first time, and joining a circle of music, story, and shared expression at the Stone Branch Center for the Arts. Read More
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Working Alongside Her
Working through old entries has brought me back to my mother. Through her memoirs, I’m seeing a different side of her. One that doesn’t erase the past, but adds context, complexity, and a slow path toward understanding and forgiveness. Read More
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Coffee & Conversation: The Phoenix Project
A reflection on The Phoenix Project and how past relationships shape boundaries, trust, and distance. Not all healing happens in public or structured spaces—sometimes it’s built quietly, through awareness, experience, and the choice to protect your peace. Read More
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Peace Walk, Personal Reflections
A quiet walk for peace became something more—a personal journey through discomfort, reflection, and unexpected connection. Inspired by a traveling Buddhist monk, I found myself questioning, observing, and discovering that sometimes the hardest steps aren’t physical, but deeply internal. Read More
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The Shape of Familiar Kindness
A funeral, a missed connection, and a familiar kind of kindness. In showing up to say goodbye, I found myself reflecting on guardedness, memory, and how certain people echo the warmth we once knew but struggle to fully receive. Read More
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On Being Smart Without Feeling Smart
I’ve never been sure how smart I am. Instead of chasing a number, I treated years of conversation as data and asked an AI to reflect it back. What emerged wasn’t a score, but a shape—uneven, contextual, and human. Read More
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Death of Mother, Barbara Ellen Royston
I raced through the night to reach my mother, knowing time was running out, but she was gone before I arrived. In the aftermath, I pieced together her life, her wishes, and my own conflicted grief from a distance. Read More
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Mom Rushed to Hospital
I watch my mother fade from afar, caught between grief and a life finally improving. Each call tightens the knot of guilt and love, as I question my feelings, brace for loss, and hold onto what little connection remains. Read More