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I’m going to be honest:I’ve stared at the same chapter for three hours and made two edits. One of them was a comma. I was supposed to be further along by now.Supposed to be querying. Supposed to be confident. Supposed to be committed to the version of the book that I thought was “ready.” But…
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What Change, Big or Small, Would You Like Your Blog to Make in the World? If I’m being honest—and I didn’t come here to lie—I don’t want to write a blog that teaches you how to be better. I want to write a blog that gives you permission to be exactly as you are. Not…
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Life’s messy. Mine, especially.Between the deadlines, the dreams, and the occasional existential meltdown, I’ve been doing my best to survive the chaos—and hold on to the things that matter. This blog is new. You probably haven’t been here long. Maybe you stumbled in by accident—looking for something dark and moody and laced with just enough…
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A Visit to the Dallas Holocaust and Human Rights Museum Some places feel like they have a heartbeat. Not the comforting, lullaby thrum of home, but the uneasy, echoing pulse of memory refusing to be buried. The Dallas Holocaust and Human Rights Museum doesn’t live on the usual list of day trips or weekend recommendations.…
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If I had to wear the same outfit every day, the real dilemma wouldn’t be fashion. It’d be comfort vs. illusion. Do I want to feel like a woman who has her life together—or like one who’s finally decided to stop pretending she ever did? And that, my friends, is the line between athleisure and…
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If there is one question guaranteed to start a good conversation, it’s this one: What kind of music do you love? For me, the answer is…complicated. Because honestly? I like a little bit of everything. I have days where I’m in the mood for something gritty and loud, and others where I want something atmospheric…
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Some days, I feel like a walking contradiction.Let’s be real…most days. I am two people. One of me is polished (ish) and professional. The version who shows up early and is usually the last one to leave. The one who answers emails with a steady hand and smiles so no one asks if she’s okay.…
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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it means to be a sister. Not just in the biological sense – sharing parents and childhood memories – but it a way that matters more: showing up for each other. I want to be my sister’s sister. I want to be the person they know they…
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If you spend enough time in any kind of work that serves people – especially people who are hurting – you’ll learn a hard truth pretty fast: Not everyone has the same heart. Some people will show up when it’s easy, when it’s convenient, when it fits neatly into their schedule. But when it costs…
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Querying a novel is basically a long, slow descent into madness—with spreadsheets. So while I sit here refreshing my inbox like a cryptid waiting for a sign from the publishing gods, I thought I’d share a little piece of The Mirror Between Us—just to remind myself (and you) why I started writing this story in…
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