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What My Garden Is Teaching Me About Grace
🌿 Still Growing: Lessons from My Garden What My Garden Is Teaching Me About Grace I used to think that love looked like hovering.That care meant constantly checking, fixing, feeding, fussing.That if something was struggling, it meant I wasn’t doing enough—because love, I thought, was a constant performance. But my garden is teaching me something…
The Day My Voice Broke
The Day My Voice Broke (And What It Took to Get It Back)🌀 When Shouting Isn’t Healing I didn’t lose my voice in a moment I spent a lifetime yelling it away. I was raised in a family where yelling wasn’t just common, it was the language of survival.Whether we were arguing or cracking “yo…
She Didn’t Look Like My Healing, But She Was
She Didn’t Look Like My Healing, But She Was When I moved back to California after my divorce, I obtained a job with a mortgage company. It was my first time working with a major bank in that kind of role. A family friend offered to help me find work. I gave him my resume,…
