Welcome to Old, New, Borrowed, Blue… Something

I’m not here to teach you how to thrive.
I’m here to remember how to breathe.

This space is where I write my way back to myself –
through truth, memory, motherhood, migration, and everything in between.

It’s not shiny or perfect.
But it’s real.
And maybe, just maybe, in all this ordinary…
there’s something quietly extraordinary waiting to be found again.

— by.ordinarywoman