Before I could write that prayer, I had to tell the truth. Not the polite kind—the real kind. Truth like: I don’t know how to rest. Even when I’ve met every goal on my to-do list, my mind keeps searching. For a problem. A crack. Something left undone. Because the quiet? It feels suspicious. LikeContinue reading “The Restless First Daughter Who Forgets to Breathe”
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A LETTER TO NEIL GAIMAN
on story, wonder, and finding a place that is mine This letter marks a quiet beginning.A soft stake in the ground.Here, I will no longer write only about the burden and beauty of being the first daughter.I will also share my spiritual journey—with guidance, with grace,and with full acceptance of the mantle I have beenContinue reading “A LETTER TO NEIL GAIMAN”
FIRST OF ALL? 