Carrie Ann Moore

🌸 Reflections from Mom’s Journals — Entry #16 🌸 You can’t give away what you don’t have. (often attributed to Wayne Dyer ) 🌸 Be the kind of person that leaves a mark, not a scar. (often attributed to Jay Shetty , original origin is unknown) 🌸 Love is not what you say, it's what you do. - John Hagee 🌸 No one knows enough to be a pessimist. (often attributed to Wayne Dyer) 💗 Love Isn’t What You Say—It’s What You Do Let’s have some real talk about love. Not the mushy Hallmark kind or the kind that shows up conveniently after someone screws up and needs to “smooth things over.” I’m talking about real love—the kind that goes beyond words and dives into action. We’ve all heard those three little words—“I love you.” They’re tossed around like confetti at a New Year’s Eve party. But how often do we stop and ask: What do those words actually mean? Spoiler alert: It’s not always what it seems. Sometimes people say “I love you” out of habit. Sometimes they say it to manipulate,...

Coke Cans, Costume Jewelry, and a Gentle Ache Called Love Today I was doing something ridiculously ordinary— cleaning jewelry . You know, that kind of task that falls squarely in the “meh” category. Repetitive, a little boring, and usually accompanied by a mild internal tantrum about why I even own so many tangled chains in the first place. But somewhere between the suds and the shine, my mind drifted—right back to my childhood. To my “ PaPa .” There I was again, a little girl perched at the kitchen counter, watching with wide eyes as my PaPa brought my dirt-caked, play-worn costume jewelry back to life. To me, he was a magician. Those plastic gemstones? Transformed under his touch. My glittery mood ring? Restored to its former (questionably accurate) glory. He’d always crack open a can of Coke for me like it was a sacred ritual. And he insisted on opening it himself. “Girls have to keep their nails looking pretty,” he’d say with a wink—never mind the fact that my hands were probably...

Stop Scrolling and Start Living: Life’s Not Meant to Be Watched Through a Screen Let’s just call it like it is: we are chronically distracted! Like, “I picked up my phone to check the weather and now it’s 42 minutes later and I’m watching a raccoon eat birdseed in slow motion” level distracted. But here’s the kicker—while we’re out here double-tapping strangers’ brunch pics and Googling “Do penguins have knees?” (they do, in case you’re still wondering), life is zipping past us like a toddler with a Sharpie. Or worse—a silent but deadly (SBD) fart that spreads through the room faster than lightning. You get the idea. I’m not here to shame anyone. I’ve personally lost entire afternoons to online shopping for glitter boots I’ll never wear and will still defend that decision. But I am here to remind you: this is your one and only, wild and sparkly life. And it’s happening right now. Life’s Not a Rehearsal There’s no dress rehearsal . No “ take two .” No magical app that lets you re...

🌸 Reflections from Mom’s Journals — Entry #15 If the words you spoke appeared on your skin… would you still be beautiful?  ― Oscar Auliq-Ice Death is not the greatest loss in life.  The greatest loss in life is what dies inside us while we live.  ― Norman Cousins ONE DAY OR DAY ONE YOU DECIDE!  ― Paulo Coelho 💬 If the Words You Spoke Appeared on Your Skin… Would You Still Be Beautiful? ✨ Whew. That one hits harder than a surprise zit on picture day. Take a breath. Let it simmer. Because babe… this is one of those questions that reaches into your soul, fluffs its pillows, and says, “Hey sweetie, we need to talk.” Imagine this: every word you’ve ever said to yourself—every little whisper, mutter, mental meltdown, or dramatic monologue—POOF! It shows up on your skin like a tattoo. 💭 Yikes, right? Let’s just say, if my self-talk showed up in ink, I might look like a human version of a bathroom stall in a middle school—covered in passive-aggressive notes, anxious d...