Category: Love In Retrograde
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The Custody Math That Doesn’t Add Up Disclaimer: Yes, I’m in the middle of a divorce—but this blog doesn’t necessarily reflect my own situation. Some stories are pulled from real conversations, shared experiences, and that collective female sigh we all exhale when the same pattern shows up again…and again. Everywhere you look, there’s a guy…
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The Confession Hiding in the “About Me” Section When I first built my author website, I was thinking clean, professional, predictable — a digital business card for my books. I didn’t plan on bleeding all over the keyboard. I figured I’d post a few updates, maybe some behind-the-scenes thoughts about writing. Simple. Safe. But something…
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I used to think gaslighting was just a buzzword people tossed around on TikTok.Now I know it’s a slow erosion of the soul—an unraveling of your reality that makes you question everything, especially yourself. As someone who’s lived through it, I’ve learned this truth the hard way:manipulation doesn’t always look like screaming or slamming doors.Sometimes…
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The Town That Still Knows My Name I live in a ghost town. Not the kind with boarded windows and dust in the corners, but one haunted by memory. Every street, every cracked sidewalk, every flickering porch light carries a version of me I didn’t mean to leave behind.The memories hit hard and without my…
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Let’s Get This Out of the Way Yes, I expect to feel special on my birthday.No, it doesn’t take much.And yes, I’m fully aware I sound like a birthday snob. But here’s the truth behind the spell: I Shared Everything Growing Up—Including My Damn Birthday I share a birthday with three family members, two high…
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Trip #1: Girls Day (+ Ryan) We parked in the south lot, where the adventure already begins. Before the gates even come into view, you’re funneled down a long wooded stretch that feels more like a secret passageway than a parking path. It’s the perfect prelude—like the trees themselves know you’re stepping into another world.…
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✨ A Hex, a Heart, and a Heavy Sigh ✨ I’m writing this last-minute because a 17-year-old pregnant girl was killed in a road rage shooting in Louisiana earlier this week. Her baby survived—but she is without a mother now because someone chose violence instead of empathy. The Rage We Don’t Name Not the muttered…
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Or: How I Learned to Stop Apologizing and Just Snap the Shot Born With a Lens in Hand I am a photographer.Not just by trade—but by instinct, by heart, by survival. I document life.Always have. Always will.(If there’s no photo, did it even happen?) A Family of Memory Hoarders I come from a long line…
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The Myth of the Marriage Bed Society treats the shared bed like the final scene of a rom-com: two people under one quilt, fade to black, happily ever after. Somewhere along the way, that image became gospel. If you don’t share a bed, you must not share love. But here’s the truth: not every couple…