Category: Roots & Remnants
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The Ghost of the Girl I Used to Be That girl in the photo? She’s a stranger to me now. She was in her first year of homeownership and her first “grown-up” job. Working on her bachelor’s degree. Juggling a goofy dog and an even goofier fiancé. She battled her own demons, sure, but she…
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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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The Magic That Stays Behind Some houses just feel enchanted. Not because of ghosts or spells or cursed dolls in the attic (though that would make a killer blog), but because of what lingers long after the owners move out—love, memory, and a touch of theatrics. There’s one house here in Charlotte that’s earned the…
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Disclaimer Names have been changed to respect privacy—because while I believe in telling the truth, I also believe in not giving free press to people who don’t deserve it. This is a sequel to my Mountains of Madness blog and I reference it a few times so, if you haven’t already, go read that blog…
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💞 Prologue – ‘Cause You’re My Zing The first official movie date my ex-husband and I ever had was to see Hotel Transylvania at the Eaton Theatre. From that night on, it sort of became our thing. We called each other our “Zing”, quoted the movie constantly, and even made our wedding-reception entrance song “My…
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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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I saw a quote on Facebook a while back that hit like a punch to the gut: “I was your friend, but you weren’t mine.” And ever since, it’s been living in my head rent-free. 🧠 The Ones I Drove To I think about the people that line applies to more than I probably should.The…
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The Year of Needles ✨ I didn’t touch on this in Wednesday’s post, but in that last year—when everything with my ex-husband was unraveling—I reached for transformation the way some people reach for scissors. Instead of a haircut, I booked a whole day at Splash of Color. This was right before we moved up to…
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A phoenix’s grief. A witch’s reckoning. ⚠️ Trigger Warning: This blog discusses miscarriage, mental health crises, suicidal ideation, hypomania, and emotional abuse. Please take care while reading, and know you’re not alone. If you are in the United States and struggling with thoughts of self-harm or suicide, you can dial or text 988 to connect…