Honest storytelling as a form of healing.

Lines Between Living

  • Embracing Autumn: A Seasonal Reflection

    The air arrives with a hush,

    crisp as if the wind itself

    has pressed reset.

    We reach for hoodies,

    familiar as old friends,

    wrap blankets around our shoulders

    like promises we’ve kept.

    A warm cup steams between our palms,

    its comfort rising in small clouds

    that mirror our breath,

    a quiet ritual on the couch

    where the season settles in.

    Outside, the leaves shift

    green surrendering to flame,

    gold tumbling into amber.

    Each crunch beneath our steps

    carries the weight of memory,

    reminders of childhood walks,

    bonfires, and a kind of nostalgia

    that only autumn knows how to stir.

    The world slows, softens,

    as if whispering:

    You are home,

    you are held,

    you are here.

    Welcome to Autumn.

  • Few of My Favorite Fall Things

    Fall is arriving with its soft golden light, and I’m holding close to the little things that make me feel alive.

    What will you capture this Fall?

    For me Fall is my favorite season although I must say this Spring & Summer really showed out. They really were seasons to remember.

    At the start of this month I was able to purchase My Hobonichi planner for 2026 they will be the pages that will be filled with ink,stories and dreams. 

    Hobonichi goodness for 2026

    Making time to go to cafés like Hide and Seek, where I will find myself writing freely, no clock, no shift just me and words. 

    Pop-ups that remind me the city is alive with surprises.

    Photo booths, popping up everywhere, capturing fleeting moments like pressed leaves between pages.

    Capture the moment

    This season, I will remind myself: my end goal is simple but sacred.

    Writing whenever possible in places I am the most content so I am able to build a life where I create on my own terms.

    These small joys aren’t just favorites of Fall; they’re stepping-stones toward the life I’m manifesting.

    What’s your favorite part of Fall? 🍁

  • Simple Question Complex Answer

    Have you ever been asked what’s your favorite food? I of course have been and so I have an answer that hopefully will stick to whomever asks me next that question.

    Loaded question, isn’t it? “What’s your favorite food?

    Actually you see it depends on the mood,

    my tummy whispers in shifting tones.

    Sweet or Salty? Who will call the shots today?

    Maybe Reese’s, frozen solid, chilled to perfection, melting against my lips.

    Sprite bubbling besides it,

    tiny sparks of happiness rising to meet me.

    But they warn, don’t eat too much sweets.

    So then what?

    A crisp chicken Cesar salad, greens soothing the tongue,

    or maybe wings, hot,messy, wild with Cajun fries and blue cheese on the side.

    How that makes my soul extra giddy.

    Food isn’t just fuel.

    It’s the love I give myself,

    the little joy I create and taste.

    So what’s my favorite?

    That’s a trick question,

    because the truth is simple:

    it just depends on the mood.

    What is your favorite food that makes you the happiest?

  • Routine

    Alarm goes off. 

    Open Eyes.

    Stretch.

    Ache.

    Wanting to stay,

    But must go.

    Clothes waiting

    Maybe

    If not 

    Trying not wear the same thing twice

    One leg

    Then the other

    Zipper

    Shoes

    Our own made armor 

    On our way 

    Start the mundane

    Punch in 

    Steps all seems the same 

    Break 

    Breathe

    Take a bite

    Clock back in

    Shift finally over 

    Head home 

    Try to decompress 

    Yet chaos slips in 

    to mess with the straight lines

    Finally sleep 

    Only to repeat it all again

    So when they ask

    “How’s Life?” 

    What’s your answer? 

  • Deep Breathe In and Exhale

    It’s been a whirlwind of a year, but maybe that’s the best way to begin because life rarely slows down long enough for us to catch our breath.

    For as long as I can remember, I’ve been everything to everyone. A caretaker, a listener, a supporter, a provider of strength. And while I’ve carried those roles with love, I often forgot the one person who needed me most, myself.

    This space, this blog, is my way of taking myself back.

    Of saying out loud that I am more than what others need from me. I am a whole being in the middle of becoming, learning how to live in the quiet lines between giving and receiving, between surviving and actually living.

    Here I’ll share my reflections, my poetry, my struggles, and the messy truths of finding myself again.

    I know I’m not alone in this there are others walking this same path, whispering the same reminder: that we deserve to be here for ourselves, too.

    So welcome to Lines Between Living. It’s not a perfect path, but it’s a real one. And I hope that somewhere in my words, you find pieces of your own story.