Between real and magic, I am oh-so many things: aspiring author, witch, mother, sportswoman, ambitious corporate professional, feminine bitch, slightly crazy.
So this is not a perfectly curated life here, it’s messy. Some of us were not, indeed, built for still waters.
Here I lay it all down (or almost all): the questions that haunt me, the quiet truths that won’t let go, the books that change me, the words that keep me awake at night, and the worlds I long to live in.
Feisty mind. Restless soul. Always moving toward the next chapter.
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Difficult is watching my mother decline day after day, year after year, until we have reached a stage where almost nothing remains. She is a shell of the person she once was, stripped of almost everything that makes us willing to live. So I suppose I shouldn’t have been so heartbroken when, on her 65th…
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