I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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“Comparison is the thief of joy.” It is a tagline or something we hear. It is a phrase we share or a quote we use…
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≻: Healing Trauma: Celebrating Small Wins Every Day
by Melissa Rosella Most recently, I wrote a post about healing trauma. It appeared trauma was something that was easy to heal. Quite the opposite.…
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≻: binoculars & boys
Grace chose binoculars as her treat at the zoo gift shop. She placed them around her neck, her brown eyes widened with excitement over the…
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