She wasn't looking to be rescued, just met. In the quiet, in the chaos, in the tender in-between. Who She Is Mira is a teacher, a writer, a mother, and a woman who has rebuilt herself more times than she can count. She was divorced before thirty. It wasn’t just the end of a marriage,… Continue reading Mira
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 4 When I was younger, I hated hugs. It’s not like I grew up in a house without affection. But somewhere along the way, a hug became something that made me freeze. Like my body forgot what to do. Arms stiff. Heart racing. Eyes wide. I would default to… Continue reading The Girl Who Hated Hugs
Friend, our existence is full of rules - all the shoulds - that never ending list of things that we’re supposed to do, or be, or have. Gradually it begins to make us feel inadequate and lost. As though we’re wading into a pool teaming with razor sharp claws hell-bent on ripping us apart, pulling off all the hopes and dreams, the things seen as insubstantial, thus leaving us feeling small.
