the leftovers are stacked in the fridge that makes space for the good stuff to surface. Not the performative kind of gratitude, but the real, lived-in kind—the moments that catch you off guard and remind you what still feels steady.

I found mine in the small things this weekend. Hudson nudging my hand with his nose. A perfectly ordinary morning coffee. A wave of warmth for the people who’ve shown up in ways big and small throughout the year. The holidays have a way of magnifying everything, but they also make it easier to see what matters.

And while I’m settling into the season, I’m also buzzing a little because something exciting is on the way. I’m not spilling details yet, but I’ll just say this: if you like following the twists and turns of my writing life, you’ll want to be on the list.

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