Collectin the stories that change the way we see ourselves and the world
I started writing because I was afraid of how easily thoughts would disappear. Not the important—but the small ones. How light shifts when I leave a room. The sound of a page turning in the night.
Small observations. They don’t ask to be understood. Only to be recorded and maybe read, slowly.
— Lucía M.
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≻: Welcome to the Messy Middle
For most of my life, I thought happiness was a destination. I thought it lived somewhere over the horizon, waiting for me after the next…
Rae Lyn Baker 