He Got My Body, But Never Carried My Soul
A truth only a woman can write: he had access to my body, but never carried my soul. This is my release. My power. My healing.
To My Daughters, From the Heart of a Mother in the Middle of Becoming
“I’m still learning, still healing, still becoming—but every step I take is with you in mind. This is my love letter from the middle: from a mother doing her best to rise while raising queens.”
What Broke Me Open: After Watching Straw
Watching Straw shattered something I had buried deep—my exhaustion, my grief, and the silent scream of being a mother who carries everything alone. This is the moment I finally broke open... and began to heal.