Hyper-awareness isn’t a flex. It’s a filter. I don’t remember learning how to read the room. I just… did.Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was…
Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace
Hyper-awareness isn’t a flex. It’s a filter. I don’t remember learning how to read the room. I just… did.Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was…
Posted in: Makeshift Masterpiece A Note to the Reader:Recently, I shared a piece about surviving — a story of fumbling sacred things and still showing…
Note to the Reader:This piece is a continuation — or maybe a step backward — from yesterday’s post.Hell Burned HallelujahIf that one was about now,…
Rogue Grace– Makeshift Masterpiece Note to Readers:This piece holds space for a story rooted in survival, not as a performance or a wound on display,…
–Rogue Grace- Makeshift Masterpiece I love my kids more than anything in this world.Which is exactly why I don’t want them to believe everything I…
Composure is its own kind of courage by Rogue Grace | Makeshift Masterpiece – Glimpses of a Life Wrecked with Grace Note to the reader:This…
Because becoming isn’t neat, painless, or linear. But it’s worth it. I learned the language of transformation more than a decade ago.Books. Therapy. Mentors. Practice.…
I Fumbled Words. He Died. The Reality Is—Perfection Can’t Save Anyone, But Relationship and Grace Might. I keep coming back to this—this tangle of grace…
This is a continuation of yesterday’s post: The Fumble — a reflection on what it means to show up when things don’t go smoothly. That…
What if grace shows up best in the moments we don’t? I fumbled something important the other day. Words I meant to carry with care.A…