Rooted in Growth
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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≻: The Grief of Knowing
My last post was in June, and life has shifted in ways that don’t show up well in photos or tidy life updates. The kind…
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≻: A Mother..&& A Woman
Hey Sweets, This week marks 13 years since I became somebody’s mom. Thirteen. That’s over a decade of growing up alongside two girls who have…
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≻: UntitledThis piece is part of my personal healing. I wrote it to process something I couldn’t quite say out loud. I’m sharing it because sometimes…
Magnolia Tru 