My Life. My Blog.

Before anything else, I want to say this: I’ve always loved the magic of Halloween. There’s something nostalgic about chilly October nights, the glow of carved pumpkins, and the echo of laughter down neighbourhood streets. But over the years, I’ve noticed something else too—something quieter and not always as kind. I’ve seen judgment dressed up as humour, impatience hidden behind fake smiles, and criticism passed out faster than candy. Somewhere along the way, some people for

Motherhood is something I think about often—in the way it lives as a dream in my heart. I'm not expecting, but I know that one day, when...

There's a story behind every soft-spoken person. Behind every kind gesture. Behind every deep breath taken instead of a harsh word...