The Words We Don’t Mean to Teach
She tried on my heels this morning, and I smiled — but something inside me ached. Because I realized she isn’t just watching what I say. She’s watching how I see myself.
We can spend years trying to protect our children from the wounds we carry, but they still learn from what we don’t say — the sighs at the mirror, the hesitation before a photo, the quiet comparisons we think we’re hiding.
This essay is about what happens when we stop hiding and start healing out loud.
Writing Through November: The Constant Poet Challenge
November began with a challenge by @theconstantpoet and a whisper: The patron saint of ______.
I filled in the blank with silence — and the words came like fire.
The Power of Words (and Why “Witch” Still Matters)
We don’t need pitchforks anymore. Just comment sections. But the word witch still echoes, and it’s time we remember what it really means.