T here are versions of her— Some see the fire, some see the flame’s glow. A mystery, like a whispered secret, Played like chance in a lover’s game. The bold… the tender… But never the whole. She moves like freedom…
The water was cooler than expected, a sharp contrast to the thick heat of the air. She shrieked as it rushed over her shoulders, laughing as she waded deeper. He followed, grinning like a kid, splashing toward her witho…
Lately, I've been watching Netflix's Sneaky Links. I know—it's shallow, right? But I love a good dose of reality TV, especially when it comes with a side of messy romance and chaotic connections. And after…
Lately, I’ve found myself diving headfirst into the concept of generational curses—how the experiences we have in childhood can leave an imprint so deep, it shapes how we respond, connect, and ultimately function as adu…
Ah, youth sports. That magical place where kids learn teamwork, discipline, and how to tie their cleats. It’s also the battleground where suburban gladiators—otherwise known as parents—duke it out for the ultimate prize…
We’ve all heard it—Taylor Swift’s “Invisible String.” On the surface, it might seem like just another poetic metaphor in a love song, possibly alluding to a personal relationship she experienced. But beyond the lyrics l…
I’ve been there. In love, infatuated with love—believing, at just eighteen, that the long, narrow path of “forever” was ready to be walked. Eighteen: the most naive age to assume marriage is the next logical step. But h…
