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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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Look—I love a good grilled hot dog and overly patriotic playlist as much as anyone. Here in the U.S., the 4th of July is our Independence Day—a time for fireworks, cookouts, and pretending it’s not 400 degrees in Texas. There’s something nostalgic about watching the sky light up while holding a melting popsicle and trying
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For a long time, I thought survival meant silence. If I didn’t feel it-didn’t name it-maybe it couldn’t destroy me. So I went numb. Because numbness is quieter than pain. Because when you’ve sat at the edge of yourself – when depression curls its fingers around your lungs – feeling anything can seem like a
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A.S. Thorne If my anxiety were a person, she’d definitely show up uninvited. She wouldn’t knock.She’d just be there – already sitting in my passenger seat, breathing heavy before I even leave the driveway. I don’t have a name for her yet. Nothing feels quite right. But…if I had to choose something on the spot
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A.S. Thorne Some weeks feel like survival. Some feel like momentum.This week? Somewhere in between.So today, I’m keeping it simple:Here are five things getting me through right now. 1. A comfort thing. Ice cream. Any kind, really, as long as it’s Blue Bell. But lately? Groom’s Cake has been my go-to. That said, Moo-linium Crunch
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A.S. Thorne There’s a version of me I’ve spent most of my life avoiding. The one who looks back at me in the mirror and makes me flinch. The one who carries extra weight, stretch marks, insecurity, softness.The one who feels too much and not enough – at the same time. That version? I’m still
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What am I most worried about for the future? Not being good enough is the easy answer. It’s the one I can say with a nervous laugh and brush off with a joke about being a perfectionist. But underneath that lives a deeper, more haunting truth: I’m scared of being a failure. Not just in
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