Tag: Life
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Smart Home Devices for Solo Parents: Your Digital Co-Parent (That Actually Listens)
If you’re a solo parent, congratulations! You’re simultaneously the CEO, janitor, chauffeur, chef, and emotional support system of your household. You don’t have the luxury of outsourcing bedtime negotiations to a partner, nor do you have a spare set of hands to turn off the lights after collapsing into bed. This is where smart home…
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Late blooming…
I’ve always referred to myself as a flower—so delicate handling is advised. Another thing I love about flowers is that their true beauty takes time. They don’t rush their bloom. They grow, unseen at first, roots deepening before petals ever meet the sun. And in a world obsessed with instant gratification, I think there’s something…
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Noted…
There’s a certain clarity that comes from sharing a meal with someone who embodies resilience, faith, and love in their purest forms. That’s exactly what happened during a much-needed lunch with my dear friend, someone I’ve long considered the epitome of reinvention. Sitting across from them, watching the light catch the edges of their smile,…
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Oops…?
First, let me start with a sincere apology for missing yesterday’s post. I know—disappointment, betrayal, a single tear streaming down your cheek as you refreshed my page, only to find nothing new. But here we are, back on track with a double feature today. Consider it my literary olive branch…or maybe just an extra distraction…
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Look who’s alive…
First off, let me just say how much I appreciate you for checking in, refreshing the blog, and patiently waiting for new content. It means more than I can put into words. Seriously, knowing you’re out there looking forward to my next posts keeps me going—even during the chaos that is December. And oh, what…
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Seriously, glow up…
There’s a strange kind of freedom that comes when you learn to die to your old self. I’m not talking about some dramatic, soul-crushing rebirth, though sometimes it feels like that. It’s more about confronting the parts of yourself you’ve buried or dimmed because they didn’t fit into the box other people decided you should…
Hey, They Call Me Connie… 