May 2, 2021/
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I simply lacked some physical features that he wanted in a woman. My small behind, nonexistent hips, and slim thighs were his complaints....
I simply lacked some physical features that he wanted in a woman. My small behind, nonexistent hips, and slim thighs were his complaints....
I had a conversation with a friend late last year after he had experienced a great and intensely painful loss. I listened as...
I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day I received the unbelievable news that shattered my world, brought it all crashing...
I bet we have asked ourselves this question a couple of times or been on the receiving end of it. And we are...
I am someone who has always turned to writing to make sense of things. Especially the parts of life that feel confusing, heavy or quietly complicated.
I write about mental health, relationships, identity, faith, and the in-between seasons we often move through without much language. Most of what you will find here comes from lived experience, observation, and a habit of sitting with thoughts a little longer than most people do.
I do not write because I have the answers. I write because it helps me understand myself, other people and the world around me. Writing gives me the space to slow down and to say things honestly, without needing to tidy them up. Some of what I write is still in the process of becoming, and I am comfortable letting it be that way.
Thoughts on Ink is where those reflections live. If you are drawn to writing that feels thoughtful, unhurried and real, I am glad you are here.
