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April 29, 2025/

I thought I found my sisternot by blood,but by bond—one of those once-in-a-lifetimeride-or-die“if the world burns, we’ll roast marshmallows together”kind of friendships. She said she loved me.Said I was family.Said she saw me,like really saw me,in the way that makes you stoplooking in the...

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April 29, 2025/

I’ve always been the new kidin a school that never lets out.Thirty years late to the lunchroomstill clutching a tray of awkward silenceand a carton of “please like me.” I sit alone,not because I’m a freakbut because the chairs around menever...

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April 29, 2025/

for the girl who swore she’d never cry, and now cries like it’s a second job.for the girl who wanted to disappear, but keeps leaving claw marks on the exit. There are nights I rehearsethe vanishing act.Not with flair—no spotlight, no...

grayscale photo of concrete wall with hole

April 29, 2025/

She died in winter.Gray sky, bone-cold air,a corpse in a hospice bed that finally shut up. And I didn’t cry.Not a single tear, not a whimper,not the shaky breath of a daughterwho lost her mother—because I never had one. I had...

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April 29, 2025/

So, uh—Hi.I guess.Wait. No, I meant to say—Uh, actually, let me start over.Shit. Too late.I already fucked it up. And that’s the thing, right?Like, my mouth and my brain? They ain’t exactly best friends.They’re like two drunk dudes in a canoe,both...

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April 29, 2025/

The first time I saw you,you weren’t barking,weren’t howling, desperate, begging—you were waiting.Waiting like you already knew.Like you saw something in meno one else ever had. All the other dogs were chaos,but you—you stood on your hind legs,golden eyes burning bright,like...

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I’m April- a storyteller, space-holder, and believer in second acts. I help people navigate identity, change, and the courage it takes to be seen.

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