Field Notes
Dispatches from the front lines of breaking cycles and building an intentional life.
The Echo in the Nursery
There’s a ghost in my house. Not one that haunts halls— but one that hides in habits. It speaks through raised voices, clenched jaws, and childhood echoes. And every day, I fight it. Not with rage. Not with silence. But with the quiet, radical act of staying soft. Of choosing love, where I was once shown fear.
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A Letter to Along
It’s funny the things you remember. Not the big holidays, but the small rebellions. You, four years older, my partner-in-crime... a letter to the big sister I never had.
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