Memoir & Personal Growth

I wrote this on my birthday — July 13th. Chapter 46. And maybe that’s why these words feel heavier… fuller… more honest. Because last year, on this same day, I truly believed I was flying into one of the greatest seasons of my life. A season that looked like promise, elevation, answered prayers. A season I thought God had wrapped in celebration. I didn’t know I was actually flying straight into the eye of the storm. How could I have known I was headed right into the center of

There are some stories a woman carries for years before she’s finally ready to speak them out loud. Remnants of Her Soul is the moment I stopped whispering mine. This book is not just a memoir. It’s not just spoken word. It’s not just devotional or self‑help. It is all four — woven together in a way that mirrors how real healing actually feels: layered, messy, sacred, and honest. Inside these pages, I open the door to the girl I used to be — not to expose her, but to hono

There’s something I’ve learned about women — especially women who carry a lot. We don’t always have the space for long chapters, long explanations, or long anything. Life doesn’t pause for us. Healing doesn’t wait. Clarity doesn’t show up when the house is finally clean and the laundry is folded. Most days, we’re trying to breathe in between everything else. In between spilled milk. In between diaper changes. In between a business call in the car. In between the school pickup