They said, “Stay focused,” —as if focus were a tame thing,as if it didn’t have claws, caffeine cravings,and a late-night … More

November waltzed in wearing gold,a little smug, a little sacred,like she knew we’d been waiting—the way lovers wait for the … More

This morning, the sun rose just a little taller—as if she knew it was my day.She winked through the blinds,spilled … More

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