Keep Your Eyes Peeled for Spiders

I used to convince myself: if only I had squashed that spider when she first bared her fangs, Dad’s death could’ve been prevented. But I know better now.

Trust Without Sight: a Dog’s Blind Faith

Some people might call this chain of events providence, but I see it as a testament to the choices humans make, the small acts of care and intention that shape our world, leaving meaning not to the whims of fate but to the hands of those who choose to create it.

Why Love Hurts: The Brain!

A loved one’s absence isn’t a void; it’s a continuation of their presence. Their influence remains, shaping our lives as profoundly in their absence as their presence once did.

Old Me Would Kick New Me’s Ass

If Old Me could see New Me now, she’d slap me… I need to write my memoir unburdened by expectation, the way I used to write!