Space obsession, queen confessions.
It was one of those nights when the air felt heavy with everything I’d been carrying. I hadn’t planned to go outside. I’d spent the evening alone, curled on the couch with a cup of tea gone cold, turning an old mistake over and over in my mind like a stone I couldn’t drop. The…
Some things in life never quite become stars. They hover in that in-between space—hazy clouds of color and light, swirling with possibility. Dreams that shimmered on the horizon. Connections that felt electric for a moment. Paths that branched so close to “yes” before fading into “not yet” or “not ever.” I used to chase them…
Dear Little Me, Hey, you with the wide eyes and the shuttle posters taped crooked on your bedroom wall. The one who pressed her face to the TV screen every time a launch countdown started, heart pounding like the engines were inside your chest. The one who cried real tears when the last shuttle touched…
I’ve never been the type to blame Mercury Retrograde for everything. Spilled coffee? My clumsy hands. Missed text? Probably just bad service. But there was this one retrograde—let’s call it the Great Cosmic Timeout of late 2024—that snuck up, flipped my life upside down, and somehow ended up being the best thing that could have…
Gravity is patient. It doesn’t shout or chase—it simply holds on, steady and relentless, pulling everything back toward the ground. Some days, life feels exactly like that: an invisible weight keeping us pinned, making every step upward feel impossible. Rockets know this feeling well. They don’t pretend gravity isn’t there. They meet it head-on with…
Some of my earliest memories smell like onions softening in butter and steam curling up from a big pot on the stove. On the hardest days—when the world felt too loud, or my knees were scraped, or my heart was bruised in ways a child couldn’t name—Grandma would appear in the kitchen without a word….
Some seasons, my sky fills with too many moons. I don’t know when they arrived—only that one day I looked up inside myself and saw them: pale, restless orbs circling closer than they should. Each one moody in its own way. One swells with worry until it feels impossibly bright and heavy. Another waxes and…
I’ve been chasing this dream since it was just a flat Florida field next to Hangar X on Roberts Road. Saw the early stages of the concrete pours from the windows of Hangar X when I was there for a work meeting. Week after week, driving through Kennedy Space Center to Hangar X, I’d drive…
We never needed a telescope to find the stars. You and I would lie on blankets in the grass, or on the hood of your old car, or sometimes just on the floor of my tiny apartment with the lights off, and we’d trace them ourselves. Not the official ones—the ones in books with Latin…
I loved him the way stars love their own fire: fiercely, completely, without question. We burned bright together, a single radiant point in the vast dark. Our days were solar flares of laughter and touch; our nights were quiet fusion, two hearts generating light that felt endless. I thought we were eternal. I thought we…