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Continue reading →: Stolen Moments: How I Fight for Creativity in the Chaos of Single MotherhoodCoffee, Courage, and a Cracked Phone Screen There are days when I feel like I’m living five lives at once—full-time employee, unpaid Uber driver, homework enforcer, chef, maid, dog walker, and somewhere deep under the layers… artist. I’m a single mom trying to do it all—keeping the lights on, showing…
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Continue reading →: BecomingShe didn’t always feel like this. Calm. Steady. Real.There was a time she tried to be perfect. Quiet. Put together. Easy to understand. A version of herself made to please everyone else.But it didn’t last.In the quiet, she realized something was missing— her. Not the version people expected. The real one. Messy, silly, honest.She stopped hiding. Let…
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Continue reading →: A Heartfelt Thank You — ArtEast 2025I’m still taking it all in. This past weekend @ArtEast_Ottawa Awards Exhibition was nothing short of surreal. To everyone who came out, shared a kind word, stood in front of my piece Hopeful, and took the time to connect—thank you. Your presence meant more than you know. Creating art is…
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Continue reading →: The Mask and the MirrorAt first, they were light—golden words, warm hands, a gaze that promised safety. They mirrored the desires she thought she knew, weaving a web of admiration that drew her in. In those early days, she believed every compliment was genuine, every smile sincere. But slowly, as the days stretched on,…
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Continue reading →: The Weight of ExhaustionShe is unraveling. Slowly, like a thread pulled too hard, too long, until what was once seamless begins to fray. The weight of exhaustion presses into her bones, pools beneath her eyes, lingers in the hollow space between her ribs. She moves through the world like a ghost of herself,…
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Continue reading →: A Quiet DefianceShe is porcelain on the outside—smooth, unshaken. A face sculpted in calm, eyes steady, lips pressed into something that resembles peace. They do not see the storm beneath her skin, the silent trembling of a heart unraveling thread by thread. Inside, she is all chaos. Thoughts swirl like ink in…
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Continue reading →: Embracing the StormThe world tilts, and I let it. Let the wind unravel me, let the rain soak my bones. They say I’m losing it, but maybe that’s the point—maybe sanity was the lie, the neat little box where nothing ever moves. Somewhere between the chaos and the quiet, I remember the…
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Continue reading →: The Freedom of UnravelingShe spent years holding herself together—tightly wound, carefully composed, stitched into a version of herself that fit neatly into the world’s expectations. She measured every word before she spoke, weighed every action before she moved, afraid that if she let go, she would come undone in a way that could…
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Continue reading →: The Many Faces of HerShe wears herself in layers, one face stacked upon another, a quiet symphony of disguises. The world sees only what she allows—each mask slipping seamlessly into place, a second skin of practiced expressions. The real her? She tucks it away, buried beneath painted eyes and rehearsed smiles, beneath the weight…
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Continue reading →: She Who RisesThere is light within her, even when she forgets. Even when the world drips sorrow from her lashes and paints shadows beneath her eyes, there is still something luminous—something untamed—waiting beneath the surface. She has known the weight of a breaking heart, the way it fractures like glass, sending cracks…
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