“Finally Me” by Trie Michaud

Finally…Growing up, glowing up —not just in years,but in soul,in spirit,in the quiet places where truth takes hold.Finally,I feel like the personI was always meant to be —no masks, no mirrors,just me,soft and strong,wild and free.But here I am…holding this treasure of becoming,this light...

She Said Four Colors Before She Died

Three years before she passed, my mom kept repeating the same four colors:red, white, blue, black. At the time, I didn’t understand why those words stayed so close to the surface for her. They stayed with me too. Quietly. Patiently. Like something waiting to take shape. Then, years later, this...