Birthdays, Christmas, New Year’s used to mean quiet dinners with Mom, Dad, and my sister; now they feel like reminders of who is missing and how much I give that does not always come back. I am choosing to accept, protect my peace, and keep going… I don’t know if this change is good, but I have been changed For Good.
We pay taxes like good little citizens, while someone’s daughter is flying to Singapore on a private jet with money that was supposed to go to flood control. The same thing we never seem to get right.
I used to think that if I just kept posting about my book True Hearts on social media—daily, twice a day, maybe three times—people would eventually notice. I believed in the slow grind. I told myself that visibility was just a matter of consistency. If I showed up often enough, the algorithm would reward me,… Continue reading The Algorithm Is Not Your Friend.
Birthdays don't feel like celebrations anymore.
Losing my parents changed everything. It forced me into adulthood—a journey I still find hard. It’s tough to accept that life moves on without them.
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