For the Baby Who Lived Only Inside Me

A tender letter to the little life I carried but never met — a quiet acknowledgment of a motherhood the world never saw, but one that changed me forever.

Sunday Notes: The Last I Love You

The last time I held my Granny’s hand became a moment carved into my soul — not in grief, but in gratitude. Tonight I’m reflecting on legacy, becoming, and the quiet ways love continues long after goodbye.