Between 65 and You
Some things start as words because you don’t know yet that they’re supposed to be a song. “My Girl” lived on a page for years. Now those words have a melody, and a new name: Between 65 and You.
🚨 The FBI Psychological Profile Nobody Asked For…
I asked ChatGPT to write an FBI psychological profile of me using everything it knows. Apparently, the subject is a writer, a hurricane, an emotional-support document, and possibly an entire ecosystem. The classified file only gets worse from there. 😂🚨
The Storm Shelter
For the first time in my life,
I stopped long enough
to admire
what I’d been building
all along…
Then I finally took my own damned seat.
Southern Storm
Have you ever known the sky to ask permission to storm?
No?
Me either.
So why do we expect people to?
Southern Storm is a reflection on loving loudly, showing up honestly, and refusing to apologize for taking up the space you were meant to occupy.
If the boots fit…wear them.
We talk about integrity as though it’s something you’re born with.
It isn’t.
It’s what remains after fear, betrayal, and every opportunity to become someone else.
Sometimes the hardest person to investigate is yourself.
Sometimes the hardest truth is that not every story told about you belongs to you.
This isnt’ about perfection.
It’s about returning.
Hey Peanut
The moment when self-care stops being a luxury and becomes survival. This is a letter to the little girl who showed up & showed out , the one who stayed!
Hey Daddy,
Thirteen years ago, I lost my dad.
What I've learned since is that grief changes.
At first, I mourned what I lost.
Now, I mourn what he missed.
But more than anything, I'm grateful for the thirteen years he fought to stay and the legacy he left behind.
I'll save you a seat, old man. 💙
What If?
Sometimes spiraling feels productive.
You convince yourself you’re connecting dots, finding answers, solving mysteries… until grief quietly puts on a detective badge and has you rebuilding entire timelines in your head.
What started as a few “what ifs” quickly became a very different Storm Lesson.
Barefoot & Rebuilding
Quite honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything below rock bottom, so I just stood there a while listening to the rain, kind of hoping the dead tree in my yard would finally fall.
Thinking:
“Come on… new kitchen.”
Before the Rain
10 years later, I can now see that the meme I shared was for me.
I knew myself.
I said it out loud.
I helped others find it in themselves and brace for impact.
So maybe I wasn’t as blindsided as I thought.
Maybe I was just lacking the number one thing every relationship needs:
TRUST.
In myself.
Every Storm Runs Out of Rain, Doesn’t it?
One night somewhere between heartbreak, midnight rain, and looking for my daddy in the sky, I almost forgot who I was.
Turns out the little girl looking for an adultier adult found one after all.
Read more from the Front Porch:
The Night I Didn’t Reach for Her
For the first time in years, I thought about tomorrow instead of just surviving the next minute.
The Hallway Moment
A hallway, a hard truth, and the moment I realized breaking the cycle meant becoming safe for my children, and for myself.
When You See a New Trend… But Apply It to Your Blog Instead
The internet said “unhinged bio.”
I said… pull up a chair.
When Peace Requires Me to Call the Truth a Problem
Sometimes peace is not peace at all. Sometimes it is just self-abandonment with better manners.
Before the Sand Was Off My Shoes
Some pictures are hard to look at. The beach was real. That smile was real. That sapphire was real. Before the sand was off my shoes, everything changed.
Anywhere You Are is Home
I have always believed the truest kind of love lives in the ordinary.