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In the heart of a chaotic year, Java Owl became my sanctuary: a place where I healed, wrote, and slowly put myself back together. This is a thank you note to people, places, and second chances that brought me home to myself.
After the hardest year of her life, a teacher scrubs the floors (and her soul) clean. It's gross, it's healing—and it's worth it.
State tests, active monitoring, and existential crises, oh my!
Burned out, lights out, still showing up—and somehow, still finding moments that matter.
One sleepless night, I found Olive Klug on TikTok, and their song Self Help became my self-love anthem. Music that felt like coming home.
We’re creating fear where there is none—and banning books that could prevent the real danger: kids growing up thinking they’re broken.