This is a short story; an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

This is a short story-an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

This is a short story, an echo of a poem already shared, where the lines learned how to breathe, linger, and become something fuller.

A poem for those who believe love endures.I vow to you not in grand gestures, but in the silent, eternal truth of a pulse that knows no rhythm alone.

This poem highlights my feelings about what kind of romantic love I wanted. Do I want my romantic love to be like a K-Drama or like the most hyped up Regency Jane Austen style (but with sexualized hype), like Bridgerton? For this poem, I use the K-Drama "Idol - I" and Netflix Regency Romance Series "Bridgerton" as examples to highlight my thoughts and perspectives about how I genuinely feel about romance, positively, and possibly at the same time express my love for both the series.

This content is to provide encouragement to any person, whether you are female, male, or LGBTQIA+. Always show up and show out for what you know is right. No matter how you classify yourself, be a dream chaser!

In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection.

"In the struggle between the physical and the spiritual, we often mistake our own endurance for our own strength. These two pieces explore the same battle from two different lenses: the prophetic 'big picture' and the raw, first-person testimony of standing under divine protection."

When I met my future ex-husband it was 2001. 911 had happened a few months ago and I was searching for friends. Friends to go out with, do things, instead of just staying home reading. I met Him. We became best friends and started dating quickly. We met each others parents. Things were going well. We became engaged a year later, and married in 2003.

This poem comes from Genesis chapter 25. This is how Isaac ended up putting a blessing on his second son Jacob instead of his first son Esau.

Open Session and Audio Culture explores the tools, workflows, and creative communities shaping modern music production. The blog covers every major digital audio workstation, from desktop to mobile and browser based platforms, with a focus on real world use, clear education, and honest insight. It highlights producer workflows, production techniques, and the culture surrounding music technology, creating an open space for beginners and experienced creators to learn, discover, and stay connected to the evolving future of music creation.

This is a piece about rebuilding--quietly, imperfectly, and honestly. About motherhood, loss, growth, and learning how to stand again after everything falls apart. These are notes from the middle of becoming someone new.

{A teddy bear sits alone in an empty room / Chalk marks decorate the barren floor / Along with star-shaped stickers that stick no more} a poem about losing one's childhood.

The ideas of a man with no intentions be anything but himself and of himself with his things and only his things.

This reset is a return to the fundamentals that truly nourish you. Clearing mental clutter and selecting thoughts that are kinder. Move your body in ways that are comfortable, not demanding. Warm your spirit through prayer, reflection, rest, and simple moments that feel sacred. February hasn't asked us to bloom yet. It prompts us to rest, restore, and reset. To care for our inner world like a warm fire, steady and glowing, preparing us for what comes next.

{Yesterday I got a text / That made me feel worse than less / I closed my eyes and tried my best / But my mind had already headed west} a poem about knowing what happens after being triggered.

Design Biology Forensic Evaluation Protocol (DB-FEP) Meanings and Principles Reference Sheet Version 1.0 – Work in progress January 2026

{Rainy days are ahead of us, my friend / The storm that passed will storm again} a poem about finding comfort in the inevitable.

They say some individuals are once-in-a-lifetime people who leave such a strong impression that it still lingers after they're gone. Today, I share a tale of one of these individuals—a woman who left behind a legacy unmatched by hard work, love, and sacrifice, and by wise words, wisecracks, and quips. This woman had it all and in spades. Simply put, you couldn't tell her nothin'.

This Valentine’s Day, choosing love looks like choosing yourself without guilt, celebrating connection without comparison, and letting love be expansive instead of limiting. It’s soft mornings, honest boundaries, shared laughter, quiet healing, and the courage to give and receive love in whatever form it arrives. Because love, in all its forms, is always worth choosing. 💗