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Why I Chose Online School Instead of Homeschooling

When people hear my daughter doesn’t go to a traditional school building every day, the first thing they ask is, “Oh, so you’re homeschooling?” Not exactly. There’s a big difference between homeschooling and online school, and after looking into both, I knew online school was the right fit for us. Homeschooling: The Parent‑Led Path Homeschooling is when parents take full responsibility for…

Reset Era: My Body Called for Help, and I Finally Answered

🌀 How It All Started Before I met Anthony, I was an athlete. I trained, I tracked, I ate with intention. My body was in rhythm: strong, lean, and well-fed with balance. I was obsessed. I lived in alignment. Then came the American dream: burgers, fries, pizzas, creamy pastas, oversized portions, and so much alcohol. Weekend drinks turned into weeknight habits. My system went from tuned to…

Season Finale: Holding On Before She Moves On

Luiza stood next to a sign that read 2027, and for a moment, time stopped. That number marks her high school graduation year, but looking at her now, steady, focused, already juggling college courses. It feels like we’re living in the in-between. Not quite there, but not so far from it either. She’s growing up so fast, and honestly, she’s carrying more than most teens her age. But she’s doing it…

Chapter 2: The Ones Who Can’t Choose

Inspired by OriginalsBy Adam Grant There are those who have no ideas. There are those with one clear obsession, their north star, their finish line. And then there are the rest of us. The ones with too many tabs open in our minds. The ones who can see a dozen possibilities in a single spark. Who wake up with vision and go to sleep with doubt. Not because we’re lost. But because we’re wired…

Supermarket Tetris and the Summer We’re Feeding

I went to Walmart today just to “stock up a bit.” That’s how it always starts. A quick trip. A small list. But somehow… I’m two aisles in, pushing a cart so full it needs power steering. Cereal boxes stacked like Jenga. Frozen waffles under bags of fruit. Ground beef riding next to crayons. By the time I made it to checkout, even the cashier looked concerned. “Damn girl,” someone said…

Summer Camp Mom: A Military Operation Disguised as Love

They say summer is for rest. But if you’re a parent, you already know the truth: Summer is war. Three kids. One Goldendoodle. One husband (also known as Child #5). And exactly zero minutes of peace… unless I manufacture it with military precision. Because this is what summer feels like when you’re running a household, a business, a body, and a brain. People ask, “How do you keep your house…

Chapter 1: The Ones Who Break Away

Inspired by OriginalsBy Adam Grant There are the leaders. There are the followers. And then, there’s the rest of us, stuck somewhere in between. Wanting to lead, but still afraid to leave the pack. I’ve lived in that in-between space for a long time. There’s always been a fight inside me, a tug-of-war between the safety of following and the ache to lead. Following is easy. It’s structured.…

The Schedule Is Sacred

The Schedule Is Sacred In a world that worships hustle and glamorizes chaos, there is something quietly radical about structure. The person who maps their day with intention is not controlling, they are claiming. Not every rhythm is rigid. Some are rituals. Some are sacred. I don’t see scheduling as rigid. I see it as respectful. It’s how I protect what matters. I schedule workouts, meals,…

The Clock I Brought With Me

Every household has a rhythm. Some are built on routine, others drift through days without direction. But in every family, time becomes the quiet architect, shaping energy, shaping mood, shaping life. When I first got together with Anthony, I walked into a house with no clocks. Not literally, but spiritually. There was no time to sleep, no time to wake up, no rhythm to meals or rest. The days…

We Are the Legacy

Final Part of The House of Women Some legacies are built in silence. Passed down through gestures, glances, the things we don’t say. But every generation carries a choice: to continue the story, or rewrite it. The women before me survived what they couldn’t speak of. My grandmother, Maria, raised seven children with hands that never shook, but a heart that carried too much. My mother, Suely,…

Not Soft, Just Sacred

Part 5 of The House of Women There comes a moment in every strong woman’s life when survival gives way to softness, when control finally gives up its grip, and peace walks in wearing steady hands. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like a grand shift. It feels like a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. A quiet relief. A home that doesn’t demand all of you to stay standing. They told us…

The First Time I Could Breathe

Part 4 of The House of Women There comes a moment in every strong woman’s life when survival gives way to softness, when control finally gives up its grip, and peace walks in wearing steady hands. Sometimes, it doesn’t feel like a grand shift. It feels like a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding. A quiet relief. A home that doesn’t demand all of you to stay standing. I told my friends,…

Alpha Females: The Sisterhood We Chose

Part 3/6 of The House of Women. Some women are born into your bloodline. Others arrive when your soul is ready. We don’t always get to choose the women we come from. But sometimes, if we’re lucky, we get to choose the women we rise with. Rachel is that woman for me. We came from different worlds, but found each other exactly when we were becoming the next version of ourselves. And in that…

What I Want My Daughters to Know

Part 2/6 of The House of Women Dear Luiza and Liane, There are things I never learned growing up. Things my mother never told me because no one told her. And I’ve spent years unlearning so I could write this to you with clarity, not pain. You come from strong women. But not all of them were soft. Some of them wore their survival like armor. Some of them never took it off. I want something…

The Women Before Me

Part 1/6 of The House of Women There are women whose stories don’t begin with words, but with wounds, survival, and silence. Their lives are not told in headlines, but in the way they hold families together when everything falls apart. I come from one of those women. My grandmother, Maria do Carmo Moraes Di Cavalcanti, was born into tragedy in the heart of the Amazon. Her mother was murdered…

Building a Life That Feels Good

Wellness Series Final Part 6/6 Wellness isn’t about chasing perfection. It’s about creating a life that feels like yours, on your terms. A rhythm that honors your body, your peace, your values. It’s not about having it all together. It’s about knowing what to keep, what to let go, and what to build slowly, with love. I’ve spent the past few years building more than a business. I’ve been…

Emotional Check-Ins

Stillness doesn’t always look peaceful. Sometimes it’s the silence that comes after a slammed door. Sometimes it’s the deep breath before you say something you’ll regret. Some of us don’t cry out loud, we just go quiet. And in that quiet, we find ourselves again. I’m not someone who slows down easily. I’m always doing something. My mind never really shuts off, and I don’t think I’d know what to…

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