I’m the kind of person who notices the shift in someones voice before their words change.
I live in the in-between spaces—where truth reveals itself in the quiet hesitations rather than the loud declarations.
I ask the kind of questions that echo after the conversation ends.
I listen with my whole energy.
I’ve lived a thousand lives in one body, and I don’t pretend I haven’t.
I’m tender, but not fragile.
Softness doesn’t mean passivity.
“Softness doesn’t mean passivity.”
I’ve been broken open more times than I’ve had birthdays—turns out the wreckage makes pretty good soil.
“I’ve been broken open more times than I’ve had birthdays—turns out the wreckage makes pretty good soil.”
I love words.
Not just for how they sound, but for what they hold.
I write to make sense of things— of people, of patterns, of the past.
And somewhere along the way, I started sharing that writing in hopes someone out there would recognize themselves in it.
I’m a mother, a partner, a creator, and a work in progress.
I value depth over small talk, curiosity over certainty, presence over performance.
If we ever meet, you might not remember exactly what I said.
But you’ll remember that I made space for you to be yourself.
That’s who I am.
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