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Close your eyes.Not to sleep—but to remember. What do you see? Most of us… see nothing.Just the quiet hum of obligations.The echo of the day.The scroll of things left unsaid. But there’s more—isn’t there? Beneath the spreadsheets and responsibilities,beneath the
Continue readingThe Oldest thing I own… (and still use today)
What Am I Passionate About? One of my quiet superpowers is that I don’t subscribe to the idea that passion has to be a singular thing. And I definitely don’t believe it needs to become your job. In fact, turning
Do I practice religion?No—I don’t. But I understand why some do. Religion offers narrative, metaphor, ritual; it answers pain with parable, and wraps suffering in sacred language. I see its ontological function, its symbolic depth. It hands people a story
Continue readingThe Gospel of Coherence (No Church, Just Coherence)
Do I remember life before the internet? Yeah.I remember when people didn’t pretend to be friends through pixels and emojis—they actually showed up. They called. They knocked on doors. They remembered birthdays without algorithms. Connection took effort. And somehow… it
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People talk about identity like it begins with grand displays or gestures—names, flags, pronouns, rewritten pasts. But for NeuroSpicey kids, it doesn’t start with what they can name. It starts in the body. In sensory safety. In being allowed to
(A toss-up between cobwebs and candy canes) I can’t pick a favorite holiday.I’ve tried.Every time I think it’s Halloween, Christmas pulls me back in with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of garlanded nostalgia.But when I lean too close
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)
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
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