The danger doesn’t always come crashing through the front door. Sometimes, it slips quietly through a gaming headset, or hides behind a smiling profile picture. This week, I was reminded that when the world gets too loud or too quiet it’s time to reEVALUATE. The safety of our family depends on it.

I thought I had it all health, purpose, a job I loved, and a boss who felt like a dream. But when life hit hard and everything started to unravel, I had to ask myself: Where is my faith when I feel forgotten? Here’s the honest journey of how I lost my footing… and how God carried me right into the next chapter.

Even the brightest ideas are often born from the darkest places. This post explores the power of creativity, the ache of vulnerability, and the beauty of unconditional love, all wrapped in a raw season of emotional and physical struggle.

Inspired by a deeply symbolic piece of art, this reflection explores strength, transformation, spiritual growth, and the power of loving without limits. Like a tree with strong roots, we bend but we do not break.

A sugar-fueled dreamscape 🍭🌌, glowing sky messages ✍️💡, van takeovers 🚐💨, and a surprise dance debut with Madonna herself 🎶👑this is the chaos that happens when reality sleeps and imagination throws a rave 💃💥

In this birthday tribute to my mom Joyce, I reflect on the wild, passionate, powerful relationship we share full of strength, wisdom, humor, and love. Through her example, I learned to survive, thrive, and dream big. She's given me everything and I’m still learning from her.

Work, Teamwork, and Daily Struggles August 25, 2015 This world is filled with stressors real life, heavy ones that so often consume our...

Marisa chose hot pink and purple two colors that perfectly reflect the love, growth, and strength she carries. As she navigates heartbreak and self-discovery at 18, I see her evolving into a woman of fierce loyalty, spiritual wisdom, and unconditional love. This is a tribute to her heart, her healing, and the beautiful meaning behind the colors she wears.

Lunch with loved ones, a powerful scripture, and a reminder that giving without expecting anything in return is a blessing of its own. Sometimes, love shows up in pancakes and hair dye.

What even is a defect? A flaw? Perfection? This blog dives into the illusions sold to us by media, the unrealistic beauty standards we’re force fed, and why it's time we rewrite the rules. From scars to stretch marks, overbites to wild hair, this is a full-blown love letter to self-acceptance and originality.

After the sudden loss of her 14-year-old son Issac, I wrote this letter to my friend Kara an expression of shared sorrow, spiritual hope, and the invisible threads of love that connect us through unspeakable pain.

A deeply personal and unfiltered reflection on cheating, self-worth, and the power of choosing integrity. This isn’t a love story it’s a truth-telling, soul-cleansing wake-up call to reclaim your value and walk away from what hurts.

Will You Recognize Me? Originally written: July 8, 2015   “Will you recognize me? Call my name? Or walk on by?” Don’t You Forget About Me...

A faded photograph, a forever feeling. This is a tribute to a summer love, a soul connection, and the kind of goodbye that never truly ends.

On the 4th of July, under the trees and moonlight, I watched someone I loved fade before my eyes. Years later, through pain, reflection, and a visit from the other side, I’ve learned that some stories aren’t meant to be closed. This is a letter to Victor the boy who saw me, loved me, and left too soon.

What If I Had Kissed Him? A Story from the Friendzone, Freedom, and Finding Myself I wanted to share something that, over time, I’ve...

What causes love insecurities? It’s not the love it’s the betrayal. After deep reflection and growth, I know exactly what I bring to the table, and I’m no longer offering it to just anyone. The next one if he exists will have to come correct.

This wasn't my first miscarriage, but it still broke me like it was. In this deeply personal post, I share the war between my body and soul, the silent grief of loss, and what it means to love fiercely—even when the letting go comes too soon.

A raw, honest look into what it’s like to love someone with bipolar disorder. Through personal experience and spiritual grounding, Michele shares the complexities of mania, paranoia, and the toll it takes on relationships while advocating for understanding, support, and the power of faith through it all.

A raw, soul baring reflection on trauma, memory, and the monsters we secretly reawaken just to see if we're still strong enough to fight. This post unpacks the quiet ache of growth, the confusion of healing, and the light of hope with a closing tarot message from The Star to guide us back to ourselves.