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Finding my way back Beyond the Looking Glass- A reality, survived. There are seasons when words and color come easily, and seasons when they feel heavier to lift. The past few months have been the latter. I’ve been quieter than usual—not because I disappeared, but because reality asked me to slow down in ways even the White Queen couldn’t have anticipated. This winter carried a heaviness of the heart for me, shaped by grief, medical realities, seasonal depression, and the lay

These past few months my health journey has felt like stepping through the looking-glass and landing straight into my own chaotic Underland — not the whimsical version with riddles and tea parties, but the kind where everything turns upside-down at once and refuses to land neatly. A Sudden Health Spiral and a Hospital Stay That Changed Everything In early October, what began as mild nausea turned into nonstop, uncontrollable vomiting. Within hours, I was in the Fayetteville h

Some weeks, my energy dips. My thoughts spiral. Even the simple idea of writing a list feels like too much. That’s when my bullet journal...

Same Hands, Different Canvases Some artists find one medium and settle in like it’s home. My path has never been that neat. One day I’m...