UNSENT LETTERS

My sweet girl, Come a little closer… there’s no rush. Rest your head against my chest and stay here with me for a while. Can you feel it? This is a place where you can finally rest. I know… I know how hard you tried to be brave when everything inside you just wanted to be held. I know how you smiled when you felt like crying, how you acted strong when, deep down, you were just a little girl needing tenderness. You don’t have to pretend anymore. I’m here. Right here. If you lo

Today he would turn 67. He left at 63, with all the irreverence that was so uniquely his. As if he had walked out in the middle of the party, before anyone could say it was time to go home. The tears come. Missing his voice, those laughs that asked no one’s permission, that filled every room they entered. The silly jokes delivered with the seriousness of someone revealing the secrets of the universe. His perfume, which i still keep with me and spray every now and then, just t

I need you to hear this first: I love you. I love you more than anything, more than words can hold. I hope you feel it, even when i’m quiet, even when life gets messy, in the way i think about you, in the way i worry about you, in the way you’re always in my heart. This past year has been so hard. The separation, the divorce, moving… trying to figure out a new way to live. That’s a lot for anyone. And for you, my sensitive, kind, amazing girl, it must have felt like the groun

Christmas arrives this year like a slow, aching melody, layered, textured, alive. Not a song for the radio, a song for the chest, for the places that cracked open and learned how to breathe again. For so many years, Christmas carried a weight. A deep, dragging gravity. I blamed the empty chairs, the missing faces, the names that no longer answered when called. And yes, absence leaves a bruise. Silence has its own language. But that was only the surface harmony. Beneath it liv

... with the ones who feel until it hurts to breathe. The ones with no skin, only nerves. Hearts exposed, beating loud and reckless, no mute button, no safe mode, no exit. I stay with those who love like it’s a crime they’re willing to commit. Who fall knowing it might destroy them and jump anyway. Who cry in public, in private, in the middle of the night, not to be saved, but because holding it in would kill them faster. I stay with the ones who laugh like they’re mocking de

Some dates have a way of lingering in our memory, returning year after year like quiet reminders. The 7th of December is one of those days… a marker of journeys, choices and chapters that shift the course of a life. On a 7th of December long ago, someone set out to reconnect with their roots, to search for a sense of belonging that had been missing. A departure that left an empty space behind, teaching early lessons about distance, time and the stories people chase. Years lat

The question came, soft and ordinary: are you ok? and the truth rose, trembling, like a pulse under the skin. It didn’t escape. Yes slipped out instead… a word too small, too clean, carrying none of what it should. Another yes returned, polished, certain, hollow. And just like that, the world was “as it should be.” But beneath the surface, something cracked. Not a crash, not a roar… just a quiet collapse, the subtle giving way of what was real. Two lies met in silence, brushi