Roxanne Landry
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On Slowing Down Enough to Hear Yourself
There is a kind of knowing that does not arrive when you are rushing. You cannot force it.You cannot squeeze it out of yourself by trying harder.You cannot hear it over constant noise, constant urgency, constant output. It comes when there is enough room. Enough silence.Enough pause.Enough space for your own thoughts to catch up…
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Becoming More Yourself
Personal growth has become one of those phrases that can lose its meaning if we are not careful. It can start to sound polished.Branded.Like a checklist.Like a better morning routine and a prettier journal and a person who has somehow managed to transcend their triggers through the sheer force of herbal tea and intention. That…
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Motherhood Is Not Small Work
Motherhood is some of the biggest work I have ever done, and also some of the least visible. It is not only the practical work, though there is plenty of that. The meals.The rides.The reminders.The forms.The appointments.The endless keeping track of who needs what, when, and why. It is also the emotional work.The energetic work.The…
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The Shape Grief Takes When It Comes Back
Grief is strange because it does not always arrive like grief. Sometimes it comes as tears.Sometimes it comes as exhaustion.Sometimes it comes as a sudden wave in the grocery store because you saw the crackers they liked or passed the aisle where you once bought something just for them. Sometimes it comes as irritation over…
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The Sink Full of Dishes and the Sacredness of Small Things
Some days I think life is made almost entirely of tiny things. Lunches.Messages.The laundry that somehow multiplies in the night.The dishes in the sink.The shoes by the door.The half-finished lists.The little hands needing help with something right when you finally sit down. It is easy to think that none of it matters. That the real…
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The Quiet Alchemy of Becoming
There are seasons when change feels loud. You cut your hair.You move the furniture.You end the friendship.You say the hard thing out loud and the whole room shifts around you. And then there are seasons like this one. Nothing looks that different from the outside, but inside, everything is changing. I have come to believe…