The office was mostly empty by the time Paige gathered her notes, the city glittering through the glass walls like a reminder of who was still out there, all the people living lives that weren’t measured in quarterly reports. She loosened the cuff of her blouse, just barely, when she heard a voice behind her.… Continue reading Paige: Before the Fall
There are seasons when life removes the illusion of control, when the scaffolding that holds your sense of safety simply disappears. You think you’re doing well, managing everything, staying grounded… until something shifts beneath you and your nervous system tells the truth your mind won’t say out loud. Recently my foundation disappeared. My home, the… Continue reading When the Ground Gives Way
Perhaps the worst lie we ever toldwas that America was the land of opportunity. That if you came,if you worked,if you did your best,it didn’t matter who you wereor where you came from.You could be anything. I wanted to believe that story.We all did.It was stitched into every anthem,every flag in our childhood classrooms,every promise… Continue reading The Land of Lies
The ugliness isn’t new.It just sat in corners,under wraps —racism simmering beneath the surface,homophobia,transphobia,xenophobia... people aching to other their neighbors,to write fear and discomfort into law. History we thought was behind usis hanging Black men from trees again.Women bleeding out in parking lots,denied carebecause compassion’s been made illegal. People online cheering for brutalityagainst their neighborsbecause… Continue reading The Ugliness Isn’t New: It’s Just Louder Now
I never thought we’d fall. But now I can’t help but see the small, seemingly harmless ways we’ve given up our freedommanipulated to do what’s right, practical, and safe. I remember 9/11. Listening to the news on the radio. Numb.Certain it had to be a misunderstanding.It couldn’t happen here. I was a college student, wandering… Continue reading Fear and Freedom
September asked me to practice discernment, to cut away what isn’t aligned. October arrives with a more sobering demand: the ending itself. The Ten of Swords is the final chapter of a cycle, the moment where carrying the weight any longer is no longer possible. It is the collapse that makes space for rebirth. At… Continue reading October: Honesty Through Darkness
My grandmother raised my dad and his brother in the 1950 and 1960s. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t drive. At that time women had few rights. She couldn’t get a bank loan, a credit card, or a mortgage without a male co-signer. My grandfather, her husband, was not a kind man. He was abusive, a… Continue reading What My Grandmother Knew
Where August asked you to surrender, to shed and release self-imposed restriction, September asks you to discern. The Seven of Cups rises as an invitation to step out of illusion and into clarity. This card speaks to the realm of choice, fantasy, and temptation. It is easy, under its influence, to scatter energy in too… Continue reading September: Discernment
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “Start Again” by Nick MulveyFor the brave beauty of saying yes before you’re ready—and becoming someone new in the process https://open.spotify.com/track/2ksgMG1hHFHV979phZ2lkd?si=0324841f1bb84257 Mira's Story: The Year of YesWhere… Continue reading Chapter Sixty-One: The Year of Yes
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: “You’re the One That I Want” (acoustic cover by Lo-Fang)For playful conspiracies, stolen glances, and the moment when everything silly turns suddenly sacred. https://open.spotify.com/track/2aDVymoLLpxVmITtdK0yiD?si=35d2523e39c342e9 Mira's… Continue reading Chapter Sixty: The Conspiracy
