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The perfect reading space isn’t built against a wall – it floats. I’ve got two swinging chairs in my reading corner. Two. My egg chair…
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I was born in the year of mixed tapes and Soviet medals. 1981. Mom says it was a warm autumn in our Bulgarian village in…
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We all think we can read people. That familiar gut feeling when meeting someone new – the instant like or dislike, trust or suspicion. But…
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Thanks Mary for this unexpected invitation to reflect on this blog challenge. Each question made me smile and think “huh, so that’s how it happened.”…
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There’s a cruel joke in the English language: how “mindful” and “mind full” are separated by just a space, yet describe completely opposite states of…
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I ran away from dirt roads and chicken coops. Fast and far. My small Bessarabian town had too many chores, too much sweat, too many…
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There’s a fine thread between being intense and being arrogant. Both command attention, but they leave vastly different impressions in their wake. I hope they…
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You know that feeling when you’re so early you become a piece of uncomfortable furniture? That was me, twenty years ago, clutching my backpack like…
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Have you ever performed on stage or given a speech? I loved being on stage. Really loved it. Put me in a Bulgarian folk costume…
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Hey everyone! Today’s fitness blog post is written from the perspective of Som Thorne, the protagonist of my current writing project. Som is a Dream…
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 