The Ones Who Forgot I Was Sacred

This episode is a return.To grief.To silence.To the shoreline that held me when I couldn’t hold myself.It’s a story carved across Charlotte, Carbondale, Avonia, and Rochester.Across eclipses.Across motherhood.Across memory.I speak about Shiv—not as a romance, but as a soul-recognition.About the stones I collect at Avonia Beach after dropping off my children.About grief that rides in the passenger seat.And the moment I stopped trying to be okayand started building from what was true.They didn’t forget I was sacred.I did.And now—I remember.