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After shrinking. After pleasing.
By the time I was old enough to ask for love, I already believed I had to earn it. I didn’t think love was something given freely. I thought it had requirements. Conditions. Performances. I thought it looked like silence… Continue reading
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I don’t hate him. But my body still remembers.
I don’t hate him anymore. But my body still remembers. Even now, when I hear my name in his voice, something in me flinches. Not out of anger. Out of instinct. Because once upon a time, that voice came just… Continue reading
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Too quiet to ruin. Too full to forget.
I never told you what I felt because I didn’t trust the words to come out soft enough. So I let it show in smaller ways. The way I remembered things you never said out loud. The way I stayed… Continue reading
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The Cost of Feeling Safe
If I seem calm, it’s not because nothing moves me. It’s because I’ve lived through too many moments where peace turned into something else before I could hold onto it. Joy has always arrived with a catch. I learned to… Continue reading
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Almosts and What-Ifs
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the ache in the same places I do. If you hear the pause in my voice and know it’s carrying everything I cannot say. I’ve memorized the way you look away when the closeness… Continue reading
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The Cost of Almost
We’re both pretending this doesn’t hurt. Because if we admit the ache, we have to admit the cracks – and neither of us is ready to see what slips through them. So we laugh a little softer, hold each other… Continue reading
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This, Too, Is Healing
Healing doesn’t always arrive in calm moments or curated routines. It doesn’t always come wrapped in yoga mats, green tea, and peaceful rituals. Sometimes healing is messy, clumsy, and quiet. Sometimes it’s survival disguised as normal. There are days when… Continue reading
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Sudiksha Is Still Missing. And the Stories Coming Out of Punta Cana Are Alarming.
In March 2025, Sudiksha Konanki vanished from Riu Republica, a resort in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. She was a 20-year-old college student on spring break. She had arrived just days earlier, full of life and hope, like thousands of others… Continue reading
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Jabbar Collins Was Innocent. The Prosecutor Knew It. The System Didn’t Care.
Jabbar Collins spent 16 years in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. He was 21 years old when he was convicted of murdering a Brooklyn rabbi in 1995. The case was built on shaky ground from the start. No… Continue reading
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When Judges Follow Secret Rules, the Public Pays the Price.
The law is supposed to be public. Transparent. Knowable. That is what makes it law, not power. But in 2025, the New York Civil Liberties Union had to sue the state just to find out what instructions were being given… Continue reading
Light Calls To Light 