Between reality and imagination, I am many things: an aspiring author, a mother, a sportswoman, an ambitious corporate professional. This is not a perfectly curated life — it’s messy (and I hope you enjoy it) — because some of us weren’t built for still waters.
Here is where I lay it all down: 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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Old objects bring me solace—small bits of memories encapsuled by hard exteriors; the hourly chime of the pendulum clock, the aluminum butter dish from my grandparents’ summer house, the ’80s coffee cups from my parents’ wedding gifts, the hundred portraits spread over all home surfaces. I like to be surrounded by it, the nostalgia, the
feisty mind 