Once, six years ago, this place was born from a heart that laughed too easily, drank red wine and peach juice, and read like the world might end if the pages ran out. Happiness was simple, belief in people effortless, life a bright and open sky.

Now, the days whirl faster. ADHD and a life that refuses pause make finishing a single book feel like victory. Coffee still wakes me, champagne sparkles when the evening sighs, white wine hums softly in the afternoon, whiskey keeps secrets in the quiet of the night. Life has hit, and hit hard, bending the heart, testing the faith I once held so tenderly.

But some things endure. Writing, always writing. This blog, this corner of the world, is my refuge, my small sanctuary. The little girl who once loved endlessly, who devoured stories, who believed in wonder, still lingers here. She still loves those who read. She still dares to be bare before the world, to speak truth, to leave words behind like gentle footprints in the sand.

So wander in. Sit. Stay. Read.
And perhaps, for a moment, you’ll meet her too.

Yours,

The Author ©Memoirs of Love