Before Reva Stone became something the world wanted to capture, control, or destroy, she was simply trying to survive a fire. In this excerpt from Reva: The Elemental, one woman discovers that power does not always arrive as a blessing. Sometimes, it arrives as a warning.

There are some revelations that arrive gently: candles lit, journal open, a carefully chosen playlist softly affirming your healing journey. And then there are the ones that ambush you while you are sweating, mildly annoyed, and wrestling a car seat back into your husband’s car like it owes you something. Mine, naturally, chose the car seat. I have been doing a lot of reflecting lately while waiting to hear back from graduate school. And waiting, as we all know, is a deeply h

To my dandelions, My little military children. My wildflowers. My Earth-sign babies planted in the shifting soil of service, family, duty, and love. There are many tributes written for those who wear the uniform, and rightly so. There are words for sacrifice, service, deployment, distance, and duty. But today, my heart turns toward the children who serve without signing papers, without raising a hand, without fully understanding the weight of the life they were born into. My

Sometimes the sun sets and the world shifts into a darker language. The negative doesn’t always arrive with drama, it seeps into my bones, quietly taking over my senses, insistently whispering to my anxieties until it feels like gravity. It brings me to my knees. It narrows my thoughts. It tells me the night is permanent, that hope is naïve, that I should stop reaching. And for a moment, I almost believe it. But darkness isn’t proof that the light is gone. It’s just a differe

A hymn of the radiant one who came last but sees all. I. The Quiet Arrival Last born beneath the weary stars, when the house had known its laughter and its lessons, she entered not to echo, but to rewrite the rhythm. The world thought her small a whisper among the roars of her brothers But even whispers can bend rivers, and she carried tides behind her tongue. II. The Mirror and the Flame She was the mirror of the elders reflecting their storms, their triumphs, their tempests

Warren and I are thrilled to share the news of our newest addition to the family - our beautiful baby boy has arrived! We are overjoyed...