A Letter to My Daughter

I see the anger. I see the fear hiding under it. I see a version of myself standing behind her eyes, and it terrifies me. This is a letter I never thought I’d have to write — to the girl I love, fighting the same ghosts I never fully outran.

Raised by Ghosts

We didn’t grow up hearing “I love you.” Now we say it too much. This is a story about ghosts, sitcoms, sharp words, and trying not to screw up the second chance we call parenting.

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