Finally Enrolled!
Becoming a doctoral student and actually accessing the library are, apparently, two entirely different things.
Becoming a doctoral student and actually accessing the library are, apparently, two entirely different things.
Because no matter how carefully I arrange the furniture of my independence, someone else always holds the key.
While some lives are ending, the rest of the world quietly goes on making plans—as though tomorrow has already agreed to arrive.
The night has held motherhood, fear, loss, and finally peace. A reflection on the changing meaning of darkness across a lifetime.
There are moments when another person’s pain reaches across the space between us and touches something familiar.
A smile. A passing comment. A joke shared across supermarket aisles. For a moment, we exist in each other’s day.
Hope is not believing that love will never hurt us again. It is choosing to remain open, even after it has.
A poem about what remains after certainty falls away – and the quiet decision to stay open, stay in relationship, and choose love anyway.
Sometimes the most important intervention is not a medication or a procedure, but belief. This story reflects on illness, autonomy, and the GP who listened when others would not.
We all build walls for a reason. The Fortress is a reflection on resilience, healing, and the moment we find the courage to step beyond them once more.