The House That Mama Runs

Awake in the quiet hours, I learn that fear isn’t the enemy—it’s the child within me, waiting to be mothered back into love.

After I finally sat down last night and poured out everything that had been swirling inside me, something loosened. I went to bed feeling lighter — like I’d made a deal with myself to let it go. To rest easy knowing that I’d finally launched the blog I’ve dreamed about for twenty-two years. The scaffolding of my vision is finally standing, even if it’s coming together more slowly — and in stranger ways — than I ever imagined. I didn’t check analytics. I didn’t scroll to see w