The air is different now. Clearer. Like there was a storm before, or fog — and the world finally settled enough for me to breathe again. Everyone is asleep. The house is quiet. And for the first time all day, I can hear myself. Not the version of me responding to people. Not the version…
Part One of The Layers of a War I don’t remember getting on the bus. I only remember the man who got on after us. He was big in the way that men with guns are big, not just in body, but in the space they take from everyone else in the room. A ski…
I’m back… and married! 🙂 This piece is a reflection written in the weeks after my wedding – a time that brought deep joy, but also unexpected layers of healing.It’s about what happens when you finally reach the life you’ve been fighting for, and your body doesn’t yet know how to rest inside it. A…
