City of Reckoning
City of Reckoning San Francisco wasn’t what I thought it would be. The city felt foreign in the early morning […]
We Were Fire
It was his idea to chase the band. Of course, it was. He had this way of making the most
Be With Me
Step into the electric world of Be With Me, a raw and passionate tale of love, chaos, and unshakable connections. After a night of neon lights and nightclub vibes, two souls collide—he’s a rebellious skater boy with a rocker edge, and she’s an enigmatic force with streaks of ruby-red in her dark hair. Together, they navigate the messy beauty of their bond, proving that some flames refuse to be extinguished.
He Was Everything and Nothing
He wasn’t the kind of guy you could sum up in one description, not neatly anyway. He was a contradiction—a
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The Miracle Balloon
There was a balloon I loved, not more than any other, but differently. It wasn’t like the other balloons I
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Birds of a Feather
The days after Kingston’s passing blurred together, a relentless wave of sorrow and confusion that left me clinging to anything
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Pardon My Mess: Unfiltered Grief In Progress
Grieving parents deserve spaces where they can be raw and real without censorship, where their pain isn’t policed or toned down for the comfort of others. It’s time for society to stop placing unrealistic expectations on mourning, allowing grief to be openly acknowledged and supported instead.
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The Mourning Detour: Dead Ends, Fiancées and Scenic Disasters
Relationships after losing a child are complex and often irreparable, and sometimes the way people cope can leave you speechless. In the end, his choices were his own, and mine was to let it go—not without a dose of dark humor, because if grief has taught me anything, it’s that sometimes you have no choice but to laugh.
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Whiskey and Truth Bombs
Talking about Kingston keeps him alive, allowing me to say, “He mattered, he still matters.” That night at the bar, simply sharing his stories with two strangers lightened the weight, reminding me that saying his name is like a lifeline through grief.
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Monday Morning Massacre: Grief, Chaos, and One Sticky Victim
Grief doesn’t play by any rules—it sneaks in, even when you think you’re managing fine. One small moment, like a peanut butter-and-jelly sandwich gone wrong, can unravel everything, but Kingston’s quiet reminders are always there, guiding me to be kind to myself in the mess.
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