My first Note of my first Stream on Notd. Very much a day in the life type of blog that I am trying to monetize and have been for a couple of years or so now. I just talk about what happens in my days and how I feel about it. Can be venting, positive things, or anything in between.

The business of belonging and how your brand can build a community around it to better succeed in the year ahead.

What is working online now, and building your brand and content strategy for the year ahead. Read on to find out more.

In the ever-evolving ecosystem of social media, TikTok has given rise to niche subcultures that can explode overnight. One of the most talked-about—and, at times, controversial—is #RichTok

Writing a lil about a relationship, it is just words, not looking to be corrected in grammar or writing.

If you need help putting your thoughts into clear, powerful writing, that’s where I come in. I have a natural talent for breaking things down, finding the heart of what you’re trying to say, and turning it into writing that feels organized, confident, and true to your voice. Whether it’s an essay, a school paper, or a blog post, I can help you shape your ideas, strengthen your message, and make sure your work is something you’re proud of. My style is supportive, straightforward, and focused on helping you shine. Sometimes you just need someone who can see the bigger picture, catch what you might overlook, and guide you through the areas that feel confusing or overwhelming. I’m here to offer that clarity, insight, and structure—so your writing isn’t just done, it’s done well.

This story reflects on the profound love, loyalty, and innocence of dogs, centered on my own difficult experience with a two-year-old Mastiff. It explores the heartbreak of making the decision to euthanize a beloved but dangerous pet, and the lessons dogs teach us about trust, forgiveness, and our responsibility to protect them.

The Art of an Imperfect Holiday: A Guide to Being Present with Family and the One You Love. That is not a perfect holiday. It is a real one. And it is the only one worth building.

The question that a lot of people ask what is the point of living, and why are we here people seek solitude through religion or some through science. But this writer is also asking these questions like is god or are creator real are we just an accident we have to think about it. Is the bible man made

Over the holidays the diocesan EfM (Education for Ministry) Book Club is reading CHURCH TOMORROW? by Stephanie Spellers. This book is widely based on interviews with “Nones” and “Dones” regarding their faith journey. In preparation for reading and discussing Spellers’ book, I decided to interview myself using her four questions. Here are my answers.

Just a little rant about my struggles with Writer's Block, and what to expect when it comes to my writing.

An intriguing look into the mind of a manic depressive schizophrenic whom loves the only thing there is to love in the world, 🌍 Self

I never asked to become an expert in surviving storms, but life made sure I learned early. At just seven years old, I was left at my grandparents’ house with everything I owned, abandoned without answers, forced to grow up before I had a chance to breathe. From that moment on, chaos replaced comfort. I learned to hold my breath through moments that should have held me. I carried the weight of my parents’ battles, the loneliness in every move, and the silence that grew louder with every broken promise. Healing didn’t begin the day the pain stopped—it began the day I stopped hiding it. The day I realized my voice could be a lifeline, not just for me but for anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or forgotten. This space is my offering. A tender place where trauma can be spoken without shame and where every scar becomes proof that survival is an art. Here, we heal together. Here, you are never alone.

We live in an era where technology is ever prevalent. Tech companies are increasing and so is the tech. AI is taking over as is big tech. People are producing tech, buying tech, and industries are relying on tech more than they used to. Big tech is increasing it’s spending on thing like AI and many other technologies and the people are keeping up with them by buying them. “Nvidia shares were up more than 5% in early trading. If gains hold, the company will add about $243 Billion to its market capitalization which is more than the valvation of some of the major companies on the S&P 500 index, including Pepsi Co and Goldman Sachs. Bullish spirit lifted many tech stocks around the world with shares of U.S chipmakers Advanced Micro Devices and Intel rising abit 4% and nearly 3% respectively Arm Holdings, Micron Technology and Broadcom were also up between 1.5% and 4%”(Rashika Singhand, Rae Wee, Global Tech Shares Surge As Nvidias AI boom Powers Market Rally.) Shares are increasin

Do you think it’s pretty when it rains? Do you ever just stop and watch it rain? Surely you do. Surely you like it.

Woke up feeling blah yesterday (12/05/2025), so I wanted to write about it and see if anyone else has ever felt this way.

Why are they not a thing when it might be somewhere in a place thats really really fucked up for real though ewww

People ask me sometimes why I write all this down. Why stir up the past? Why bother telling stories from a county most folks can’t point to on a map? Truth is, I grew up in a place where the stories were louder than the people. Nahunta wasn’t just a dot between Waycross and Brunswick. It was its own world—a crossroads of old ways, family codes, and traditions held together by grandmother hands and gossip strong enough to travel through walls. My childhood wasn’t perfect. Lord, no. But it was full—full of characters, full of lessons, full of women who didn’t give a damn if the modern world approved of their methods. They were the guardians of the old rules. The enforcers of truth. Daddy was the cornerstone. Mawmaw was the steel beam. Granny was the one who could comfort and correct in the same sentence. This blog is my love letter to them. My apology for the times I didn’t listen. My gratitude for the times they didn’t give up on me.

The streetlights offer a false sense of security, don't they? If you're reading this, you know the nightly ritual: pulling back the curtain, peeling away that veneer of safety, to gaze at the black expanse pierced by those deceiving beams of comfort...

The terrible, horrible, and very stressful Twos! The start of just the beginning of the word "NO." The overnight transformation from a sweet baby to an unhinged toddler who throws, bites, kicks, slaps, and spits drinks into shoes. The jealousy of siblings. This article covers it all!