JULIA HARTLIEB

Baby — stop. Stop pretending. Stop shrinking. Stop waiting for perfect timing. Drop the act. Drop the fear. Drop the lie that you don’t matter or that today doesn’t count. Roll up your sleeves. You are not too late. You are not too tired. You are not too broken to be used by...

Baby, I am not a fan of the mandatory hug. I tend to hug only people who came out of me or people who put people inside of me (yes, pause, let that settle). So if I hug you—or more accurately, if I allow you to hug me—it means something. Something real. Something chosen. Something big...

Baby, if you’re waking up day after day with your jaw clenched and your soul pacing like it missed a flight, come with me to the cross. Not to perform. Not to explain. Just to fall down in a very undignified heap and finally set the load down. The heavy one. The old one. The one you keep dragging...