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Traditional Family Values: The Proposal Was a Lie—But the Applause Was Real
A closeted Senate candidate proposes on live TV. His ex—the ghostwriter behind the speech—must decide if telling the truth is worth losing everything. A devastating queer political love story about optics, erasure, and survival. Read Traditional Family Values. #Booktok #AmReading #BookLover #BookWorm #BookTwitter #booksky #bookrecommends #2025TBR
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Mandy Moore’s Drive for Justice in a Hit-and-Run America
There’s a particular kind of poetic justice in watching the star of This Is Us become the accidental spokesperson for This Is You, Actually—on the Run, in a Late-Model SUV. Yes, Mandy Moore, once America’s sweetheart in a pastel prom dress and now everyone’s trauma doula in prime-time weepies, has taken to Instagram to do
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This Is Not a Drill: When the Soft Launch Goes Nuclear
📘 The Soft Launch | 🖇️ Amazon Author Page Let’s get one thing clear: I don’t write fairy tales. I write survival stories dressed up like genre fiction. Horror in heels. Romance in red flags. Comedy that comes with trauma triggers and a Google Doc of therapy notes. Because real love doesn’t arrive with a
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Lines in the Sand: How Redistricting Became the Supreme Court’s Favorite Shape-Shiting Weapon
It’s once again that magical time in America when maps are less about geography and more about strategy—where lines aren’t drawn by cartographers but by career politicians with a vengeance kink. This month, the Supreme Court decided to up the ante in Louisiana’s redistricting case, because apparently we haven’t suffered enough slow-moving constitutional erosion for
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You’re Fired: Trump Finds the Real Culprit Behind America’s Job Woes (Hint: It’s Not Capitalism)
In a surprising twist that shocked absolutely no one, former President Donald J. Trump has once again taken bold, decisive, and entirely unhinged action against the greatest threat to American prosperity: math. Specifically, the kind of math that results in job reports that make him look bad. Following a “disappointing” economic update, which revealed that
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July’s Over. Thank You, Everyone: 7,174 Books Sold, 64 Titles Published, and One Heart About to Burst
In July, I sold 7,174 books across 64 titles—my first full month of self-publishing after years of silence and shelved manuscripts. From memoir to romance to horror, you showed up. Thank you. Every read, share, and review keeps this dream alive.
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Kamala Harris Declines to Govern: California Weeps, 2028 Holds Its Breath
In a week already saturated with bloated indictments, poorly aged tweets, and men with microphones saying “I miss when politics was normal,” Kamala Harris made the most powerful move in modern politics: saying no. She will not run for governor of California. Not because she can’t. Not because she’s lost the thread. But because she’s
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Budget Balanced, Children Buried: Austerity’s Most Efficient Program Yet
This week, the free market claimed another quiet victory as reports emerged that 652 Nigerian children have died of malnutrition—an achievement brought to you by the miracle of international funding cuts and the global community’s ongoing commitment to staring directly into a fire and commenting on the smoke. Doctors Without Borders, the organization still laboring
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Burnt Toast, Bad Timing, and the Right Person Anyway: Why After the Toast Isn’t Just a Love Story
Amazon Author Page | Read After the Toast Romantic comedies are supposed to be light, right?Flirty glances. Cute mishaps. Big gestures and bigger payoffs. But what if the romance starts with a panic attack at a wedding? What if the laughter comes with grief? What if the meet-cute includes the wrong twin and a slice
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The Future of Work Is Bleak, Unregulated, and Happily Branded as “Freedom”
Welcome to 2025, where the American Dream has been converted into a 1099 form and a Slack notification. The office is dead, the commute is optional, and your job description now includes “personal brand ambassador” and “self-motivated hope archaeologist.” Let’s talk about the “future of work,” shall we? A phrase that once conjured images of