After two years of waiting and wondering, Charming surprised me with a fairy tale proposal at my favorite beach. Here's the story of glass slippers, horse-drawn carriages, and finally getting my happily ever after.
The Goo Goo Dolls and the Decision That Changed Everything
At a concert singing 'Iris,' I knew I loved him. The next day, he left town with no promises. Sometimes love means saying yes to uncertainty.
When Love Isn’t About Timing: Four Days Without Prince Charming
I broke up with Charming over our timing conflict—I'm ready for marriage, he's not. But driving away in a storm, God ministered to me through worship music. Is he worth the wait?
Like Grains of Sand
Two weeks after being diagnosed with ADHD at 34, I'm learning I interrupt because I'm afraid I'll forget. Charming needs deep conversation; I'm a poor conversationalist. Now I wear a tiny key charm—when I touch it, I imagine locking my lips. Summer's slipping away like sand, and maybe so is he.
The Prayer Bracelet I Made at 2 AM After My ADHD Diagnosis
I could never focus during prayer until I understood why. Here's how my ADHD diagnosis led me to create a bracelet that finally helps me talk to God.
The Day This I Finally Got My ADHD Diagnosis at Thirty-Five
After years of restless nights and racing thoughts, a psychologist finally gave me answers. Here's what it means to discover your brain chemistry has a name—and why it explains everything.
What Pokémon GO Taught Me About Fighting for Your Dreams
I spent a week chasing legendary creatures with strangers who became friends. Here's what I learned about teamwork, elusive dreams, and the difference between battling together and catching alone.
Sofia, Elena, and ADHD Testing: What My Nieces Taught Me About Dragons
At my twin nieces' princess party, I watched them choose their favorites—Sofia vs Elena. Hours later, taking psychological tests, I wondered: when did we stop letting princesses slay their own dragons?
Somewhere Between Rome and Capri, I Stopped Waiting for Permission to Live
In Italy, I wasn't teacher or girlfriend—just a woman sneaking cloves and sharing espresso with strangers. No judgment, complete freedom. When in Rome, I learned the answer isn't to do as Romans do. It's simpler: Live. Now back home, that lesson fights every normal, daily routine.
How Italy Taught Me to Own Every Part of Myself
In Italy, I could be the woman I really am—faith and all. Here's what I learned about going with the flow, embracing interruptions, and finding freedom in flat tires.
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