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Rest Easy, Prince of Darkness: A Farewell to Ozzy Osbourne
I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t memorize lyrics or follow every twist in his tour dates or tattoos. I didn’t grow up with Black Sabbath posters on my walls or devil horns in the air. But when I heard the news—Ozzy Osbourne has passed away—I felt something cave in anyway. That’s what happens when
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America Redefines “Public Benefits” to Mean “Not for You” — Immigration Policy Just Got a Rebrand
This week, the U.S. government took a long, squinting look at the phrase “public benefits” and said, “What if… we didn’t?” In a move so bureaucratically cruel it could’ve been dreamed up by a focus group trapped in a DMV at gunpoint, the Department of Health and Human Services (HHS) has officially expanded the definition
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Coincidence Is Classified: MLK Files Released Just as Epstein Heat Rises
After 56 years, countless Freedom of Information requests, and one too many performances of Lift Every Voice and Sing by institutions that once tried to wiretap his grief, the federal government has finally—finally—released the MLK assassination files. Well. Sort of. They’ve been “released” in the way your emotionally unavailable ex “opens up” during arguments: technically,
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Beyond the Headline: Unpacking the Gaza Conflict’s Long-Term Impacts
A deeper look into the long tail of trauma, bureaucracy, and selective compassion Somewhere between your third scroll past an Instagram infographic and the seventh “breaking news” chyron that wasn’t, Gaza kept happening. And while the rest of the world moved on to Taylor Swift ticket drama and the return of pumpkin spice fascism, a
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While You Were Here: A Love Letter to Daisy, the Girl Who Saved Me
There’s a kind of poetry in loss—a slow, unexpected elegy that weaves through the days, a mournful melody that reminds you that even in absence, someone can fill your life with meaning. While You Were Here isn’t just a story about grief; it’s a fictional memoir about living—and sometimes barely surviving—with Daisy, the little chihuahua
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War, What Is It Good For? Apparently…Global Distraction and Defense Contracts
If you’ve felt a strange global vibration lately, no, it’s not Mercury in retrograde or your ex trying to manifest you back through a dream journal. It’s the reverberation of yet another season of Earth: Total War, now streaming live from Ukraine, Sudan, Haiti, and anywhere else with two opposing factions, dwindling hope, and a
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Second Term, Second Verse: Dumber, Meaner, Somehow More Orange
Let’s begin this enchanted retread with a little déjà vu: Donald J. Trump, once again sitting in the Oval Office—this time without even pretending to read the Constitution. It’s not a reboot, friends. It’s a bloated sequel nobody asked for, written by Facebook uncles and powered by supply chain rage, Bud Light boycotts, and the
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From Pews to Platforms: Why I Wrote From Pray to Slay
📘 Get the book here📚 Explore more books on my Amazon Author Page I didn’t write From Pray to Slay because I thought the world needed another “queer trauma” novel. I wrote it because I needed something messier than healing and more honest than hope. I needed something that didn’t tie things up with a
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30 Lines I Shouldn’t Have Written, But Did
(And Why They Still Hurt) After years of writing in silence—submitting manuscripts, shelving drafts, waiting for the mythical “right time”—I finally stopped waiting. I self-published. Loudly. Messily. Honestly. These books aren’t polished for comfort. They’re blood-wrapped confessions, survivors’ testaments, trauma told with teeth and tenderness. Below are 30 lines I never thought I’d write, but
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The Weight of Secrets, the Air We Breathe: Why I Wrote A Secret in the Air
Every book I write starts with a question I’m too afraid to ask out loud. For A Secret in the Air, the question was this:What happens when silence becomes its own kind of survival?And what happens when love—unexpected, inconvenient, terrifying love—cracks that silence open? Set in a small Southern town obsessed with order, reputation, and