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: “Ceilings” by Lizzy McAlpineFor those gentle moments that don’t arrive with fanfare, but mean everything https://open.spotify.com/track/2L9N0zZnd37dwF0clgxMGI?si=89fa5e55ef394258 Mira's Story: EmbersA Seat by the fire Things had felt steady since… Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Three: Embers
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Chapter Twenty-Two: Showing Up
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.) Mira's Story: Showing UpShowing up meanings showing up in all the ways, not only when it's soft, not only when it's pretty, not only when it feels good Mira didn’t have anywhere… Continue reading Chapter Twenty-Two: Showing Up
Chapter Eighteen: What Comes After the Spark
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: “Poison & Wine” – The Civil WarsFor the kiss that changes everything, and the pause that proves how much it matters https://open.spotify.com/track/4BFudy2Zbryi9a1KFad66B?si=4d3033fb91ff40d4 Mira's Story: What Comes After… Continue reading Chapter Eighteen: What Comes After the Spark
Chapter Sixteen: Known and Noticed
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.) Mira's Story: Known and NoticedWhere love invites you to stay with yourself Mira woke before her alarm, sunlight stretching long and low across her bedroom wall. She didn’t reach for her phone… Continue reading Chapter Sixteen: Known and Noticed
A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
She thought she was blooming late.She even called herself a late bloomer. But perhaps the most important realization is the one that lives deep in her bones now: She isn’t blooming late.She’s blooming exactly when she’s meant to. And right now, she’s waiting. Sitting in the pause. Holding space. Not rushing to grasp, clarify, define,… Continue reading A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
