In 2026, we choose laughter as our balm—not the brittle kind that hides the ache,but the deep, bellied laughterthat loosens…
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Self Love
Self-love is not a trend.It is a return. It is the quiet, radical decisionto stop abandoning yourselfto be understood. Self-love…
Obituary for What No Longer Belongs to Me
I guard my freedomthe way elders guard recipes—no substitutions,no rush,No strangers touching the pot. My nervous system is a sanctuary,not…
The Divorce Was Final Before the Papers Ever Were
I did not leave quietly—I noticed quietly.There is a difference. Silence, I learned, is not always peace.Sometimes it is a…
The Door Opens
I woke up on the first day of 2026With my feet already planted in promise.No alarm clock.No urgency.Just abundance clearing…
Farewell, With Lipstick and Grace
On this last day—December standing at the doorwith her coat on, tapping her watch—I turn around and look at you,2025,and…
Buttoned Up, Blessed, and Not Looking Back
December comes in like a woman who knows—knows when to leave the party,knows when the music has said all it…
December, or the Art of Becoming Without Apology
I am not rushing toward the new year.I am letting it find me—shoes off, heart open,laughing in the doorway of…
Grandmother’s Fire, December’s Crown
December arrives with a ledger and a mirror.It does not ask permission.It asks for truth. This is the month that…
A Poem for the Becoming
December arrives like a quiet confession—soft light on the windowsill,the scent of endings warming in the air,the subtle pulse of…