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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 … More

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