A Quiet Strength
Most of her childhood remains tucked away in silence.
Little fragments slip out sometimes like old photographs caught in the wind, but never enough to reveal the full story.
Only enough to understand this:
she survived things that could have hardened her permanently.
And yet somehow —
she remains soft.
Heart & Hope
I wasn’t asking for miracles. I was asking for clarity.
For staging. For truth.
For a fighting chance to understand what we were up against.
Then the admitting physician walked in.
Cold. Detached.
That quiet arrogance that fills a room before he even says a word. His sense of superiority — nauseating.
He spoke like this was routine. Like this was nothing.
Like we were nothing. And then he said it.
The One I’d Find in Every Lifetime
It took me a long time to learn you cannot win against someone who refuses to heal.
You cannot keep assisting misery and calling it love.
You cannot keep negotiating with gas-lighting narcissism like it’s a personality quirk.
Seeing Clearly Through the Holidays — On Smaller Circles, Bigger Hearts & Choosing What Really Matters
This was the first time in years where the holidays didn’t feel like something I had to perform my way through.
No proving.
No pretending.
No over giving.
No trying to hold onto connections that only holds me back.
Just a day that felt effortlessly full.
For the first time, in an extremely long time—the holiday felt like it fit.
This isn’t the season of my life where I chase people.
This is the season where I choose myself—and the people who choose me too.
From Diapers to Diplomas, Vaca Ready, & Finding Me
This time in my life is sacred. And I’m finally learning to live it as me—not just the mom.
But as Erica: the writer, the blogger, the aspiring author, and the screenwriter.
The former teen mom who broke all the stigmas used her voice for something bigger and clawed her way through the fire.
42, She Chose Herself, & Popped Gold Champaign — The Birthday Glow-Up I Didn’t See Coming ✨🍾
“Setting boundaries and enforcing them isn’t rude, unkind, or selfish–it’s a form of deep, unapologetic self-respect. It’s saying,
“I matter. My peace matters. My energy is sacred, and not everyone gets access to it.”
