A single metal star hanging in the dark, softly lit, suggesting quiet presence and threshold.
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It Is Love Made Visible

From childhood, most of us learn to confuse adaptation with aptitude. We become reliable, useful, compliant — or rebellious, difficult, “the problem one” — and call it “who we are.” This essay is about the quieter truth underneath: the work that has always fitted our hands, the aptitudes that never left, and the small, honest steps back toward a life that feels like our own.

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A minimalist title panel reading “The Work That Fits: Returning to the Aptitudes We Lost Along the Way” on a soft parchment background.
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The Work That Fits: Returning to the Aptitudes We Lost Along the Way

From childhood, most of us learn to confuse adaptation with aptitude. We become reliable, useful, compliant — or rebellious, difficult, “the problem one” — and call it “who we are.” This essay is about the quieter truth underneath: the work that has always fitted our hands, the aptitudes that never left, and the small, honest steps back toward a life that feels like our own.

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The Hidden Curriculum

From the moment we arrive, we’re being shaped by blueprints we never consciously agreed to. This Notes from Becoming essay explores the hidden curriculum of our lives — what we absorbed without knowing, what it’s still teaching us, and how we begin to rewrite it, one small shift at a time.

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On Children — title panel for a passage from The Prophet by Kahil Gibran
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On Children · Kahil Gibran

When I was sixteen, my mother pressed a slim copy of The Prophet into my hands and said quietly, “This is one you need to read.” I’ve returned to it’s passage on children at every turn since — as a woman, as a mother, and as someone who walks with others through their own seasons of becoming. Here I share the lines themselves, as she once shared them with me.

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