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What are your favorite emojis? Tiny Symbols, Big Revolutions Why Emojis (and Stickers) Aren’t Just for Kids There’s something quietly powerful about a sticker slapped on a laptop, a water bottle, or a random street sign.About a single emoji tucked
Introduction You don’t need to believe in magic to know that people carry weather systems around with them. You’ve felt it. The moment someone walks into a room and the air changes. Science has a term for this: emotional contagion.
When people ask me what makes me nervous, I usually pause.The truth is, not much does—at least, not in the way most people mean. I understand what nerves feel like. I know the quickening of the heart, the restless hands,
I am working on the About us page for something and this is what came to me. While the page isn’t finished, I had to share it. “Hey, I know you were probably expecting to come here and find the
We’ve all felt it. Going about the day, headphones in, dishes half-done, errands half-cared-about, and then that one song comes on. You know the one. The one that makes your heart feel like it’s being held while it’s still trying
There are places in this world I don’t want to visit. Some are physical.Some are internal.Some wear the mask of healing retreats or childhood hometowns or certain conversations I’m still not ready to have. But not wanting to visit isn’t
Continue readingThe Places I Don’t Want to Visit (and Why That Matters)
Describe a positive thing a family member has done for you. When everything was breaking—CPTSD at full volume, divorce unraveling everything I thought I knew—my brothers and their wives showed up. Not in big, dramatic gestures. Just… quietly. Consistently. They
There’s a certain kind of meaning that sits too neatly on a shelf. You know the kind—painted in cursive on reclaimed wood, stitched onto pillows, stamped into coffee mugs like it’s trying to trick your soul into feeling full. It’s
Continue readingThe language that gives life to meaning, not meaning to life.
There’s a particular kind of silence that wraps itself around you when you realize you’re lost—not the frantic kind, not the movie-scene panic. A hush. A fog-laced, breath-held stillness. The kind where even your thoughts step lightly, afraid to disturb
🕯️ The Lanternling There was a voice inside me once. Not the one that doubted. Not the one that criticized or tried to shrink me down to size. But the one that stayed. The one that whispered, “Keep going. Keep
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