Tag: writing
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Loving a City That Loved Me Back Differently
London was never just a place to me. It was a season. A relationship. A promise I believed in longer than I should have. I arrived hopeful, carrying the kind of optimism that only exists when you think starting over will fix everything. The city welcomed me in its own way gray skies, hurried streets,…
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Love of My Life, Loss of My Mind
There was a time when that relationship had me at its mercy. It wasn’t in a dramatic, movie way. It was in a quiet, everyday surrender that happens when you believe loving harder will eventually make you chosen. Back then, I thought love was supposed to feel consuming. I thought the ache meant depth, the…
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All the Places That Made Me
I’ve lived a life shaped by movement, change, and learning how to begin again. I went to college in Wyoming, surrounded by wide-open spaces that teach you how to sit with your own thoughts. That’s where I learned independence—not just academically, but personally how to stand on my own feet and listen to what I…
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Where Roses Meet the Tide
There was a time when I thought growth would feel louder. I imagined it arriving all at once like a declaration, a turning point so clear it cannot be missed. Instead, growth came quietly. It came the way water does: persistent, patient, reshaping everything it touches without ever asking permission. When I look back now,…
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The meaning I carried…
My name is Ashley. For most of my life, I carried it without questioning where it came from or what it meant. It was simply mine spoken by family, written on papers, called across rooms. As I grew older, though, I began to wonder about the deeper story behind it. Names often hold quiet meanings,…
Quiet Harbor Writing 