I guard my freedomthe way elders guard recipes—no substitutions,no rush,No strangers touching the pot. My nervous system is a sanctuary,not…

I did not leave quietly—I noticed quietly.There is a difference. Silence, I learned, is not always peace.Sometimes it is a…

I woke up on the first day of 2026With my feet already planted in promise.No alarm clock.No urgency.Just abundance clearing…

On this last day—December standing at the doorwith her coat on, tapping her watch—I turn around and look at you,2025,and…

December comes in like a woman who knows—knows when to leave the party,knows when the music has said all it…

I am not rushing toward the new year.I am letting it find me—shoes off, heart open,laughing in the doorway of…

December arrives with a ledger and a mirror.It does not ask permission.It asks for truth. This is the month that…

December arrives like a quiet confession—soft light on the windowsill,the scent of endings warming in the air,the subtle pulse of…

I am an entire library—hardcover wisdom, annotated truths,first editions of survival,volumes bound in scar, silk, and victory.Every chapter cites resilience.Every…

December arrives like an old soulknocking softly on my door—not asking to enter,But reminding me I have survivedEvery month that…