I Don’t Do Lukewarm. I Don’t Know How

There’s nothing harder for me than pretending. Small talk, surface-level nods, the unspoken agreements to stay light and polite—it feels like I’m suffocating in a space where I’m not allowed to show up fully. I wasn’t built for the lobby. I wasn’t built for polite...

Unreal Estate

What’s better than real? Nothing. Anything less than real is… well, unreal. So why settle for it? Why sell it? We’ve built a whole industry—no, a whole culture—around packaging, polishing, and presenting. Webinars on “tone,” courses on “executive presence,” guides to...

The Lineage of Healing

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting — it means honoring the pain, breaking the silence, and choosing a new narrative. Generational trauma may echo through bloodlines, but so can love, strength, and renewal. The story doesn’t have to end how it began — we get to rewrite...

The Hunger I Don’t Understand…

I do not know what war is called, I only know my tummy growls, A sound that’s louder in the night, Than all the bombs that fall like owls. I do not know why Mama cries, Her hands shake when she hides the bread, She tells me, “Sleep, it’s almost dawn,” But I can’t...