Before language learned its bones,before breath became inheritance,The Wild One arrived already remembering—already knowing. Her soul cracked the cord at … More

There was a night I realigned—not in a yoga pose or perfect chant,but in the tender hum between inhale and … More

My love language?Ease.Elegance.Effort that doesn’t flinch. Spa days booked without me asking,flights already confirmed to someplacewith ocean views and linen … More

I have love on speed dial—not the kind that begs or borrows,but the kind that arrives dripping in perfumeand the … More

Oh, they said I was too much—too confident, too sensual, too sure—and I smiled, glossed my lips,and whispered, Darling, that’s … More

Today I wear pearls,not because there’s a gala,But because my reflection deserved an ovation.Diamonds at brunch? Absolutely.I survived the storm, … More

I woke up this morning like—So the sun showed up again,Just to remind me: you are still the occasion.And I … More

I knew it was over the night the waiter forgot my name—the same one who used to greet melike sunlight … More

I speak God—in the language of light,in the still breath between knowing and being.Every word I utter drips in divinity,Every … More

A late-night text arrives—“Hey… how are you?”Translation: I’m bored. Let me rummage through your peace. Cute.But no. I’m not a … More