Writer. Curator of moments. Learning the art of becoming — through story, space, and self.
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Day 39: Witches Brew and the Countdown
Day 39: Witches Brew and the Countdown Day 39: Witches Brew and the Countdown This morning started with coffee in bed — the good kind. The quiet kind. The kind where you know change is coming, but it hasn’t knocked yet. Raelene had left early, before everything started moving. I already miss her. I don’t
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Day 38: The Rhythm is Still There
Day 38: The Rhythm is Still There Day 38: Today was slower. Softer. Less structured. Raelene and I were both a little wrung out from yesterday’s epic thrift adventure and our late night at Billy Bob’s (because apparently we think we’re twenty again), so today gave us permission to reset. We lounged. Watched a show.
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Day 37: Thrifted Boots and a Two-Step Reminder
Day 37: Thrifted Boots and a Two-Step Reminder Day 37: We were only supposed to thrift until noon. Just a quick little morning trip — some vintage browsing, maybe a few good finds — and then I’d get back to work. But when you’re with someone who sees the world the way you do… time
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Day 36: The Blur Between
Day 36: The Blur Between Day 36: Some days don’t come with a headline. No big lesson, no drama, no magic spark. Just a few scattered moments that gently thread together — easy to miss if you’re not looking, but solid all the same. Today started with a school lunch for Jessalyn’s birthday. I brought
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Day 35: When Overwhelm Knocks, I Decorate
Day 35: When Overwhelm Knocks, I Decorate Day 35: This morning started like so many others lately — with rhythm. Kids to school. Coffee. A clear to-do list and a quiet house. And then came the wall. Not a literal one (though I did spend a solid ten minutes staring at mine like it owed
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Day 34: Her Name Is Not Clifford
Day 34: Her Name Is Not Clifford Day 34: Today was a detour kind of day. Not off-track. Just… side quest energy. My friend from New Zealand flies in tomorrow — someone I haven’t seen in years. She knew me back in Texas, before we moved across the world. We’ve both lived a dozen lives
