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People beep at me. Literally. Cash registers beep. Phone notifications beep. Car alarms beep. And every single one sends my body into fight-or-flight mode, like…
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Every morning, the same question. What does my dream home look like? Two answers. Always two. Mountain A wooden cabin. High up. Weathered cedar. Windows…
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The blog went quiet almost a year ago. Words felt too heavy to lift. My mind struggled with simple thoughts. Hypervigilance had worn my brain…
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I still remember the last day at my trapeze school. Chalk dust floating in the sunlight. Five years of memories about to end because North…
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When someone asks about my favorite drink, I skip the usual answers like coffee or cocoa. They’re fine, but everyone knows them. What I really…
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I chose this title for my biography because I like to make connections everywhere, though I’m still learning to understand what I see. Some days,…
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The Internet mirrors our psyche. Quick, instant, always moving. Like Jung’s collective unconscious, it holds our shared dreams and nightmares, our hopes and shadows. Stop.…
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My sister keeps mentioning bread machines, and I have to admit – the idea is appealing. Fresh, warm bread every morning without much fuss. It…
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When I stand at the ocean’s edge, my heart starts racing. Not just a little flutter, but a deep, primal panic. For years, I thought…
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I had a dream last night. Not a normal dream. Not the kind you forget over breakfast. This one stuck. I was standing outside, looking…
Soul-stirring fiction, fueled by intuition
S.J. Asher
Author. Rider. Explorer.
“Manuscripts don’t burn.” – Mikhail Bulgakov,
The Master and Margarita
Come along as I unpack the colorful chaos of life through heartfelt stories and real talk. From gut-busting laughs to ugly cries, wild dreams to secret fears, we’ll explore the moments that make us human. Together, let’s celebrate the highs, learn from the lows, and find magic in the everyday.
S.J. Asher 