Rem

Sometimes I wonder if life has already slipped past me. At 35, my body feels like it knows something I don’t—it rushes, it aches with...

Dear Me, I see you. I see the seeds you planted on quiet, lonely days. I see the hopes you carried even when they felt too heavy. I see...

Another year around the sun, and I’m here, reflecting on the unexpected beauty of it all. When I was younger, I had a very clear picture...