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This Has Been a Goddamn Christmas Miracle If I Say So
Running into this week, it was hard not to spiral over everything I didn’t get to. I couldn’t bake cookies with my kids. I couldn’t finish shopping before the weekend. The tree hadn’t even been picked up yet. I was eternally behind. And just when I thought I was finding my footing again, someone who…
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I Fell Flat on My Face Yesterday and That’s When Reality Glitched
I fell flat on my face yesterday in a way that should’ve hurt my entire body. The kind of fall that knocks the breath out of you, leaves bruises you’ll find days later, and demands a moment of silence from the universe. But I felt nothing. No pain. No fear. No embarrassment. I just erupted…
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God Isn’t the Question, Action Is
The internet is once again debating whether God is real, and while that conversation may drive clicks, it avoids the issue that actually impacts society. The existence of God has never been the determining factor in whether communities thrive or suffer. What does matter is how theology is applied in real life, socially, politically, economically,…
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2025: A Year I’m Grateful I Lived
2025 didn’t ask me to become louder or harder or more certain. It asked me to become gentler with myself and more honest. Believing in myself this year wasn’t a dramatic declaration. It was a series of quiet choices made in real time. Choices to listen when my body spoke. To trust what felt steady…
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How Today Became Everything
A Goodbye Written Like the Messy, Hilarious, Heart-Cracking Final Act of a Rom-Com That Absolutely Refuses a Tragic Ending This isn’t how I imagined life going for me, not even in the late-night, wine-fueled fantasy reels I’ve directed in my head for years where everything ties itself in neat bows and the universe speaks clearly…
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The Dates, One Fever, and the Sudden Return of Every Man I’ve Ever Avoided
There are weeks that feel scripted, weeks that feel chaotic, and then there are weeks where your life feels like a romantic comedy written by someone who took too much cold medicine. This was the third kind. I went on three dates, three men, three energies, three sets of eyes watching me like I was…
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Three Dates, One Weekend, and the Universe Filming in Soft, Golden Light
There are weekends that feel ordinary, and then there are weekends where the universe cracks its knuckles, leans over the balcony of fate, and whispers: “Cue her entrance.” This was one of those weekends. Three dates. Three energies. Three separate realities orbiting around me like planets deciding whether they’d like to be moons, comets, or…
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Golden Hours in a Quiet House
A Thanksgiving Story Dripping With Nostalgia, Calm, and the Soft Edges of a Life Rebuilt Let’s take a pause on the plot of my accidental romcom, whatever chapter of chaotic tenderness I’m floating through right now, and slip into the slice of life that actually matters. The one that unfolds quietly, deliberately, and without needing…
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So I Realized I Fucked Up My Entire Life But Like… In a Kind of Iconic Way
I realized I fucked up my entire life the way all leading women in a romantic comedy do: dramatically, with passion, and a soundtrack that absolutely did not match the chaos. Picture this: freshly separated, emotionally untethered, and running straight into a rebound relationship like it was an Olympic sport and I had something to…
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The Discipline of Becoming: Fog, Ancestry, and the Soft Knowing
There was the getting-into-the-shower kind of morning, the kind where steam kisses skin that has already carried too much and learned to hold even more. Water pooling at my feet like a ritual baptism back into routine. The echo of my own breathing against tiled walls. The quiet after the storm of getting the kids…
Kate Didd 