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The pine woods of Conroe, Texas, hold a lot of deadly secrets, but none were as dark as the red-brick house on the edge of town where Maya grew up. Maya’s world was dictated by her maternal aunt, Evelyn, a tall jet black woman with big feet and masculine traits. Evelyn was a cancer sun sign born on the 1st of July. Evelyn was a woman carved out of bitterness and hate. She was cruel, destructive,…

The neon sign outside the Olympus Arena read: VIVIENNE – SOLD OUT. Inside her dressing room, Vivienne stared at her reflection in the illuminated mirror. To the world, she was a vocal prodigy, a generational talent who had swept the Grammys and captured the hearts of millions. But looking into her own eyes, Vivienne saw only a thief. She didn’t write her hits; a team of ghostwriters in…

“I have trained for such a time as this. I am the answer to all the “problems”. ~ YOU The “12 Lessons of the Wilderness” is a framework often cited in spiritual, psychological, and leadership contexts. It views the “wilderness” – period of isolation, difficulty, or transition – not as a geographical location, but as a necessary crucible for personal growth. Here are the 12 primary lessons…

In the misty, lush valley of Orting, Washington, the name Jonathan was often spoken with both respect and a certain amused fondness. He was Jonathan “the Great,” not because he commanded vast armies, but because he successfully navigated a household of nine dynamic younger sisters and one remarkably capable older sister, Katherine. Their home sat in the shadow of Mount Rainier, which Jonathan…

The humidity in Houston has a way of holding onto secrets, really dark ugly secrets. For Amaya, born in a small duplex off of Mallow Street in Sunnyside neighborhood… her story began not with a name, but with a handwritten note tucked into the folds of a thin pink and red blanket: “She is made of stars and Texas dust. Please help her shine. Let her shine in your life because she can never shine…

In the Jewish mystical tradition, known as Kabbalah, there is a very deep and beautiful teaching regarding the three Tamars. While mainstream theology usually treats them as three distinct historical figures, the Zohar and the teachings of the Arizal (Rabbi Isaac Luria) suggest that they are indeed connected through the process of Gilgul (the transmigration or “rolling” of the soul). In this…

(Houston, Texas 5112 Mallow) The Guardian of the Silence Every morning, the woman who shared my DNA would depart. She left behind a house that felt too large and a toddler who felt too small. I would cry until my throat felt like it was lined with glass, huddled in the corner of the sun-drenched living room. Then, she would emerge. She didn’t come from the shadows; she seemed to be made of…

The Douglas firs of the Snoqualmie Valley do not simply grow; they watch. A century ago, one particular stand of timber was felled to create the Holloway House, a craftsman estate perched where the mist clings to the moss like a damp wool blanket. Photo by Elijah Cobb on Pexels.com The house was more than timber and mortar. It was a living extension of the root system it had left behind. After…

The air in the chamber was thick with the scent of burning wax and ancient dust. Nicole stood on the cold stone altar, her mother’s eyes a mirror of a grim, unwavering resolve. She knew this ritual was her mother’s desperate attempt to appease a silent deity, a sacrifice she was meant to be. But as the chanting began, a fire ignited within Nicole. It was not the fire of fear, but of defiance.…