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For most of my life, I believed I was writing about other people. I wrote about broken hearts.About loss.About courage.About children searching for hope.About people trying to forgive themselves for things they could never change. Whenever someone would ask where the ideas came from, I always had the same answer. “Real life.” These stories were… Read more
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For the longest time, I have been telling myself that I am doing better since the divorce. In many ways, I am. I am slowly becoming the person I truly am and letting go of the version of myself I had to be for so many years. For those who may be new to my… Read more
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On Friday, April 24th, I stepped into a new chapter of my life and into my new home. I made sure to take a little time off so I could enjoy the transition and settle into my new surroundings. Moving always comes with surprises, and mine showed up almost immediately. Shortly after selling my previous… Read more
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The Next Step Today marks the beginning of a new chapter in my journey. I am closing on the purchase of my new home. Three weeks ago, I sold the house that held so many memories. During that time, I had opportunities to stay with others, but I chose something different. I stayed in an… Read more
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I recently sold my home — a place that held nearly three decades of memories. Letting go of something that has been part of your life for that long is not an easy decision. Yet toward the end of the process, I truly felt that the move was guided by something greater than myself. My… Read more
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Over the past few months, life has moved faster than I ever expected. So much has changed in such a short time that I feel like I’ve barely had a moment to pause and take it all in. My daughter and her family recently moved back to her husband’s hometown. Around the same time, I… Read more
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In my last post, I talked about the other side of self-publishing—the part that isn’t glamorous, the part that doesn’t always get shared. What I didn’t realize at the time was that post was only the beginning of a much larger conversation about change. Over the past year and a half, my life has shifted… Read more
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From Childhood Scribbles to a Family of Creators If you had asked eight-year-old me what I wanted to be when I grew up, the answer would have been simple:A writer. An artist. Maybe both, if the universe was feeling generous. I used to spend hours drawing characters and writing stories no one asked for—but I… Read more
