Marisol didn’t recognize herself anymore—not in the mirror, not in the quiet spaces between breaths. She had learned to move through life on instinct alone, doing what was required, surviving what was handed to her. That Sunday morning, she buttoned her coat, smoothed her hair, and kissed her daughter’s forehead before heading into church, trusting that for once, things would be handled without her. Evan had their daughter, Lily. He’d said he had “something important” to do—a

February isn’t always about loving someone else . So much of society tells us we should be chasing romance this time of year—but what if we focused on something even more powerful? What if this month was about falling in love with the one person who’s been with you through every high and every low: yourself ? In The Let Them Theory , Mel Robbins shares a powerful lesson about acceptance—of others, yes—but especially of yourself: “Adults will have negative opinions about you a

I’ve lived in North Carolina for 10 years. In that decade, we’ve had snow three times . Three. Times. That’s not a typo. THREE. And this year? Fifteen inches.  Fifteen. Inches. My jaw is still on the floor. Let me be honest: I love snow. I absolutely  love it. It’s magical. It’s soft. It makes everything look like a winter wonderland postcard. You can build a snowman, make snow angels, take cute Instagram pictures—heck, I’d even go sledding if I had a sled. But there’s a catc