Where do the years go? They slip past so quickly, and yet, when I close my eyes, I feel them near — close enough to touch, close enough to step back into. I still hear the tick-tock of my grandparents’ clock, steady and sure, marking time that I never thought would run out. I still…
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Storyteller
My phone flashes the warning again: Storage almost full. Again. I take a lot of photos. Not for an audience. Not to curate a flawless life. I take them to gather crumbs — breadcrumbs scattered through the forest of my days. Each image a small, shining proof that I noticed. That I felt. That I…
Morning Cuppa
There is something almost sacred about those quiet mornings when it’s just me and my cuppa. The house is still. No one calling out. No phones buzzing. Just that soft early light slipping through the windows and the gentle hum of a new day stretching awake. I wrap my hands around the warm mug and…
Apples of Gold 