Living. Writing. Becoming.

Among the many things I’ve been quietly coping with lately… there’s one that still catches in my throat. In 2025, I opened — and closed — a business. Exhilarating. And then… devastating. Ferry Bright Dental Hygiene. Mobile teeth cleanings — but not house calls. I rented district spaces, brought in my equipment, set up a full clinic, saw patients, packed it all back up, and sterilized everything at home like some kind of rogue dental nomad. Someone once suggested I call it a “

People sometimes ask (or maybe they don’t, but I ask myself): Why am I doing this? Why spend time writing? Why pay for a website? Why buy stock photos? Why pour hours into something that isn’t even monetized? Why build something that doesn’t guarantee anything back? The answer is simple. Because I love it. I love to write. I love to create. I love to look back at something and say, “I made that.” There’s something deeply satisfying about building something from nothing. A tho

Yesterday I processed something I’ve been quietly carrying. I wrote about Ferry Bright. I cried. I felt calm. Today while I was driving home from work, I saw the tiniest crescent moon in the sky and realized the day before had been a new moon. Now — I’m not saying the moon caused anything. But the symbolism made me smile. A dark reset. A quiet ending. A beginning you can’t see yet. What struck me more than the moon, though, was something else. For the last six weeks — maybe l

I’ve been single for just over six months now… and let’s just say — it can get frustrating. Sexually. And OH. MY. GOD. What is up with the scammers on dating sites? I miss the old Tinder days — when people were just people. You’d see a pic, chat, meet up, have fun. The end. Do it again. Now? There’s like a one-in-four chance the guy I start chatting with is half-AI and half-some dude in a country I can’t even pronounce. Definitely not who he says he is. And finding someone in

Three and a half years. That’s how long I didn’t talk to my sister. My baby sister. My protégé. Ten years younger — and [what feels like] 50% me. I won’t go into all the reasons I stopped talking to her in the first place — that’s a whole other story. But the reason I stayed  disconnected? That’s something I’ve only recently been able to see clearly. The truth is: I was struggling with my  mental health. When you’re in it,  you can’t always see it. But the people closest to

Oh, boy. New year, new reflections. 2025 was a year that cracked me open and poured me into a new life — messy, beautiful, raw. And somewhere in that chaos… radio saved me. 🌪️ The Whirlwind June 2025:  My long-term, common-law relationship ended. August 2025:  After three intense months of trying to get him out, my ex finally left. I was exhausted, heart-tired, and holding it all together by a thread. That’s when I started calling the radio. It began with little things — tex