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Continue reading →: From California, To TennesseeMy most memorable road trip was with my partner, from my childhood home in California to my new home in Tennessee. This cross-country drive allowed me to reflect on what was behind us and what was ahead. We’ve been in Tennessee for 5 months now and it took time to…
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Continue reading →: A Mosaic Of Everyone I Have Ever Loved“I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever known and loved and touched and I find fragments of them in my playlists and how I make my tea. We may not know each other anymore but we will stay connected like this. I hope a fragment of me is…
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Continue reading →: Remember Tender Things Tenderly“It is hard to remember tender things tenderly.” –Karen Green As cheesy as it sounds, the greatest gift someone has given me is their irrevocable love. I’ve undeniably received this from my dear friend of 10 years, Lauryn. In the midst of my darkest time during my teens, Lauryn gave…
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Continue reading →: Oh, To Be A DreamerWhen I was a kid, I wanted to be Britney Spears. Then an astronaut. Then a famous musician. Then a veterinarian. Then, as an adult, a big question mark (still, a big question mark). I’m the biggest dreamer there is and I’ve always been so passionate, it’s a blessing and…
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Continue reading →: The Labyrinth That Is Life…❗️TW: depression When I was a teenager, I was drowning so deep in my depression that I believed I wouldn’t make it past that very day. The concept of living a long life was foreign to me. Most 16-year-olds probably don’t plan so far ahead, that’s what I told myself…
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Continue reading →: On Being Loved…I feel love in little things. I feel it in the subtlety. There is sweetness in the mundane and the ordinary. In being seen. I feel it when someone remembers your favorites, or how you take your coffee. When someone says “text me when you get home safe” and “you…
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Continue reading →: The Inner ChildIn most languages, my name simply means “little girl”. I can see the import in the small insignificance, the meaning. Nina, not meant to grow but to stay young forever. I hold the little girl inside of me every day, embracing my inner child. My name is a reminder that…
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Continue reading →: Where I go from here…
When I was sixteen years old, my best friend was killed in an accident. Roger was an old soul, and I was just a kid who thought she knew it all. On the best days, I spent my time with Roger and a few of our friends going out on…








