A few recent posts
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- Shelter
- Fear is not always rightTime arrives uninvited,bringing fear and too many questions.It feels as if the love in your heart is cracking, splintering. But before you crumble,look up one more time. There are still… Read more: Fear is not always right
- Get back upLife is hard,cruel.Scars never stop aching.But a point in time comeswhere survival hardens into something dangerous —something that gets back up-bleeding,smoke in its lungs,determined to set fireto anything that tries… Read more: Get back up
- DifficultPeople called her difficultwithout ever knowing what she had survived. They saw sharp edges,but not the hidden shaking,the resentment burning low in her chest. She learned to hide it all… Read more: Difficult
- The last lineThe worst things are rarely the loudest.They settle quietly,letting the last line sit there like a bruise. -Mandy Ricks
- ChangeChange never arrives gently. It carves through you slowlyuntil one dayit catches youmid-sentence, mid-cigarette, mid-grief— and you realizethe person staring backno longer looks easy to destroy. — -Mandy Ricks
- WintersCars moved.Coffee steamed behind the glass.Somewhere, someone laughed too loudly.The old man kept walking toward the shop,carrying all his winters at once. -Mandy Ricks
- The sandboxIn a square of sand beneath a watching sky, two boys kneel while kingdoms cry. Leo shapes with open hands, low, wide walls that welcome lands. His gates unlatched, his… Read more: The sandbox
- DaySometimes the day doesn’t arrive all at once. It slips in quietly—through the edge of a curtain, the hum of something ordinary, the pause between thoughts. I used to think… Read more: Day
- Catching lightSometimes a good day is merely catching light at the right angle. -Mandy Ricks
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