Lori A. A.

Joined November 2025

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Teacher. Writer. Tech Enthusiast.

I write stories, reflections, and insights from a life lived curiously; sharing the lessons, the chaos, and the light in between.

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The Quiet Hope Behind Our New Year’s Resolutions
Every January, we do this quiet, hopeful thing. We stop. We look at the year we just survived. And we say to ourselves, “Next year, I’ll do better.”
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Families
How to Become the Woman Who Leaves
Product Type: Survival Manual Intended User: You Language: Plain, because being clear saves time. Disclaimer: These instructions will not prevent grief. They only make it survivable.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Fiction
The Line Doesn’t End Where We Think It Does
“Did you mean to call, or was this just another accident?” “I don’t believe in accidents anymore.” “That’s new.” “So is hearing your voice without bracing myself.”
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Fiction
Where Warmth Survives
Tea cup warms my hands Frost presses the cold window Breath turns into light
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Poets
A Christmas I Didn’t Plan, But Needed
If you had asked me a few years ago what my perfect Christmas looked like, I would have pictured a loud house. Family would be talking all at once, food would take ages to cook and disappear in minutes, and laughter would fill every corner. I would have talked about the comfort of being understood without needing to explain myself.
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Humans
Is having a boyfriend really embarrassing now?
I came across it this morning while scrolling through my phone, still half-asleep, my mind racing ahead of my thumb. “Dating men nowadays is embarrassing.”
By Lori A. A.about a month ago in Humans
IN THE SILENCE, I HEAR MY NAME AGAIN
Night wraps itself around my windowpane, reminding me of the words I never said. In the quiet, I hear my name again. You once whispered comfort when I was struggling;
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME
I thought I had let the ache wander away, buried it deep, closing that chapter for good. But what we lost somehow always finds its way back.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
Where Yesterday Still Breathes
I keep returning to the road I should not take, even though every sign tells me that time has closed that door, the heart remembers more than it can break.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
The Sword of Damocles
Let me ask you something. Be honest, even if you only answer in your own mind: Have you ever dreamed of living someone else’s life, only to later realise you were blessed not to?
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Humans
The Road Less Travelled
There is a path that curves where no maps point, a quiet turn past the signs you know, a narrow path where few who are afraid will go,
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets
One-Sided Love Is Slow Suicide
You keep giving, and they just keep taking. You hold onto hope, but they drift away. Yet somehow, you still call that love.
By Lori A. A.2 months ago in Poets

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The Quiet Hope Behind Our New Year’s Resolutions

How to Become the Woman Who Leaves

The Line Doesn’t End Where We Think It Does

Where Warmth Survives

A Christmas I Didn’t Plan, But Needed

Is having a boyfriend really embarrassing now?

IN THE SILENCE, I HEAR MY NAME AGAIN

WHAT WE LOST STILL FINDS ITS WAY HOME

Where Yesterday Still Breathes

The Sword of Damocles

The Road Less Travelled

One-Sided Love Is Slow Suicide

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