A place for half-formed thoughts, meaningful moments, and the stories we don’t always know how to tell. Nothing here is finished—and it doesn’t need to be.
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- Snow, Here of All Places
This is the same road, just changed a little. Snow settling where it usually doesn’t. Light warming the edges of a morning that is moving slower than usual. Nothing about it feels urgent. Just familiar, softened. We don’t usually get this much snow on the lower end of the East Coast. Enough to quiet things.… Read more: Snow, Here of All Places - What Happens If I Stay
It kept showing up. Not loudly. Not urgently. Just….Consistently. In the moments when I should have been present but wasn’t.When my body was in one place and my mind was already planning the exit. I’ve always been good at leaving. Not dramatically.Not with slammed doors or burning bridges. Just quietly – emotionally gone before anyone… Read more: What Happens If I Stay - I don’t have a conclusion yet—just a starting point.
This is a note from an ordinary day. Nothing remarkable is happening while I write this. There is no big moment or clear beginning, simply a quiet pull to sit down a put words (or unkempt thoughts) somewhere they can rest. Over the years I’ve learned to pay attention to that pull. It typically means… Read more: I don’t have a conclusion yet—just a starting point.
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- At the Edge of the Trees
This is a small, quiet moment that showed up without asking.Two shapes at the edge of the trees,still enough to be missed if I hadn’t been paying attention. Nothing extraordinary.Just bodies holding their place in the grass,the woods breathing behind them. They didn’t rush.They didn’t perform.They simply existed — alert, present, unbothered by being seen.… Read more: At the Edge of the Trees - Where Light Finds a Way
This is a small, quiet space I pass through daily. Nothing extraordinary, just light flittering through leaves, holding its place. It felt like a gentle reminder that not everything needs attention to keep on living.
Everything in Between
- Lyric Analysis : End of Beginning by Joe Keery
I remember first hearing this song after I had left my small college town in Greenville, NC. I was settled somewhere new, technically moving forward, but still carrying the weight of what I’d just stepped away from. The song didn’t remind me of a specific moment, rather it reminded me of a feeling I couldn’t… Read more: Lyric Analysis : End of Beginning by Joe Keery
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– Joan Didion
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