The World’s A Little Blurry: Bookmarks

There is a quiet kind of courage in allowing yourself to become someone new without forgetting who you used to be. Growth is rarely loud; more often, it is found in the small decisions we make each day to keep moving forward. Some things in life were simply unfair. No amount of explaining could make […]

Growing older didn’t answer every question. It simply taught me which ones deserved gentleness. Like I’ve always said, I grew up as an emotional ball. And a thinker. My mind was always occupied by what ifs and every imaginable WH and H question. Like… What if I hadn’t said yes to him? What if I

Some stories don’t ask to be remembered. They simply become part of the person reading them. I still remember the first book I ever finished. It was the summer before seventh grade. A quiet afternoon. Two hours after lunch. Outside my cousin’s house, my friends were playing. I could hear one of them singing from

Peace isn’t the absence of storms. It’s learning where to anchor. I’ve always been fascinated by pageants. There was a time when every contestant, when handed a microphone, seemed to speak about peace. World peace. Inner peace. Peace among nations. As a child, I listened carefully. And somewhere along the way, I began asking myself

The world always seemed quieter whenever it rained, as if everyone remembered something at once. I’ve loved the rain for as long as I can remember. As a child, I would sing “Rain, Rain, Go Away” without really meaning it. Somewhere in high school, I stopped singing it altogether. Perhaps because I realized I never

Some memories become lighter the moment we decide to write them down. I started keeping a diary because my teacher told me to. At first, it was nothing more than homework. A simple assignment. Something to complete before the next class. I never imagined that years later, I would still be doing the same thing—not

Looking back has taught me to look forward with more grace. Now that I’m working and paying for my own needs—and, every now and then, a few of my wants—I have come to understand something I never fully appreciated growing up. Money has a story. Every peso earned carries hours of work. Every purchase is

Not every unanswered prayer was a loss. As a child, I was always a thinker. The imaginative one. I was content sitting quietly in the corner of a room—sometimes reading, sometimes coloring, and sometimes simply… thinking. Doing nothing, yet somehow feeling like my mind was doing everything. And when I wasn’t lost in my own

There were days when I thought nothing had changed in my life—that I had remained the same person since day one. But when I stopped to look back, I realized change had been happening quietly all along. I finished the four series in my Writer’s Nook. I shared seven poems in The Shelf Series, continued