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Continue reading →: Tail wags at mom’s house
Every visit starts before I knock, For Charlie hears the smallest sound. A blur of paws, a wagging tail, The happiest welcome can be found. My border collie, bright and bold, Waits by Mom’s familiar door, As if he’s counted every minute Until he sees my face once more. He…
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Continue reading →: Living with anxiety #One liner weds
"Living with anxiety is fighting battles no one else can see." <![if !supportLists]>· <![endif]>"Anxiety makes ordinary moments feel like emergencies." <![if !supportLists]>· <![endif]>"Living with anxiety means learning courage every single day." <![if !supportLists]>· <![endif]>"Anxiety doesn’t define me—it challenges me." <![if !supportLists]>· <![endif]>"Some days, surviving anxiety is the bravest thing I…
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Continue reading →: Family love
Family In every laugh and every smile, You make each moment worth the while. Through sunny days and skies of gray, Your love lights up my every day. With open hearts and gentle hands, Together strong, together we stand. No matter where this life may lead, You’re always all I’ll…
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Continue reading →: Emotions that I brew
An earthquake shakes the emotions that I brew, While hidden fears rise up and softly spew; An earthquake shakes the emotions that I brew, An earthquake shakes the emotions that I brew. Yet hope distills a steadier, brighter brew, Until the storms no longer rage and spew. An earthquake shakes…
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Continue reading →: When tears speak
Permission opens slow doors, tears gather without shame, release comes. One last cry echoes, then silence learns to heal, hope remains. FOWC With Fandango — Permission – Facts, Fictions & Fantasies
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Continue reading →: The unseen mending
There is a quiet kind of healing that does not announce itself, no trumpet, no thunder— only the slow return of breath to places that once forgot how to rise. It begins in the smallest refusals: the hand unclenching, the eyes meeting morning light without flinching at its honesty. Healing…
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Continue reading →: 8:16 AM: A new day arrives…#WDYS
8:16 AM hangs in the air like a held breath, thin light leaking through the edge of the curtains, not quite morning, not quite anything you can name cleanly. The clock on the wall ticks without asking permission, its hands moving like they’ve already decided things for you. You look…
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Continue reading →: Making room for sleep
The fitted sheet never surrenders gracefully. It clings to the corners with a stubbornness that seems almost personal, while the duvet billows and twists like it’s determined to escape. By the time the pillowcases are peeled away and fresh linens wrestled into place, my shoulders ache, my back protests, and…
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Continue reading →: I love salad
What do you love now, that you hated when you were younger? I used to hate salad, lettuce, yuck, tomatoes, yuck, now I love it all Love the dressing on the salad like mayonnaise or vinaigrette Caesar salad is one of my favourite kinds. I like pasta salad as well.…
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