Series

The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Amusement Park
Nana believes that every great explorer needed a day filled with wind-in-the-hair courage and cotton-candy joy. So when she announced, "Pack your brave hearts-we're going to the amusement park," the house practically shook with excitement.
By Tabatha Nabors4 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Trip to the Dentist
Nana believed that even the smallest errands could become brave adventures. So when nine-year-old Eli learned he had a dentist appointment on Thursday afternoon, she clapped her hands softly and said, "Well then, Commander Eli, looks like it's time for Operation Sparkle Smile."
By Tabatha Nabors4 days ago in Fiction
Dead Ringers; Chapter 19
The nurse nodded, "Alright, I'll let her know." She turns and walks down the hall. "That doesn't look like a call."
By Katarzyna Crevan4 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Circus
Nana announced the circus trip three days early-because, as she liked to say, "Anticipation is half the adventure." Her five grandchildren could hardly wait.
By Tabatha Nabors4 days ago in Fiction
The Nana Adventures: A Day at the Zoo
Nana had a way of turning ordinary Saturdays into legendary expeditions. So when she stood in the kitchen doorway with her hands on her hips and declared, "Explorers, tomorrow we journey into the wild, "the five grandchildren knew something wonderful was coming.
By Tabatha Nabors4 days ago in Fiction
I Cried After I Lost the Weight. AI-Generated.
It wasn’t supposed to be emotional. That’s what I told myself. Weight loss was supposed to be practical. Measurable. Predictable. You eat less, you weigh less. Numbers go down. Life continues.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
What Truly Changed Me Wasn’t My Diet. It Was My Mind.. AI-Generated.
For years, I believed change lived in food. In calories. In portion sizes. In carbohydrates and protein and sugar and restraint.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Lose Weight. I Lost Shame.. AI-Generated.
The first thing I lost wasn’t weight. It was eye contact. I didn’t realize when it began. There was no official moment, no ceremony marking the transition. Just a gradual lowering of my gaze.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
How I Lost Weight While Working 12-Hour Days in New York City. AI-Generated.
The first thing people notice about New York is the speed. Everyone is moving. Fast. Purposefully. Without apology. The second thing they don’t notice is the exhaustion.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Have Time to Work Out. So I Lost Weight Anyway.. AI-Generated.
The lie I told myself was simple, clean, and socially acceptable. “I don’t have time.” I said it the way people say, “I’ll call you,” when they know they won’t. I said it to coworkers, to friends, to my doctor, and most convincingly, to myself.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
I Once Feared the Mirror, Now I Dare to Look at Myself. AI-Generated.
For most of my life, mirrors were my enemy. I didn’t avoid them casually; I avoided them with precision. Bathroom mirrors, full-length mirrors, shop windows reflecting a distorted image of myself—I steered clear of them all. Each reflection was a reminder that I was too much for the world: too big, too slow, too undesirable.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction
I’m Not Lazy. I Just Lived in the Wrong Body.. AI-Generated.
It’s funny how life can make you feel trapped—not by circumstances, not by society, but by your own body. I didn’t grow up thinking I’d be “fat.” I just… existed. My body felt like someone else’s, a cage I couldn’t escape, a uniform that didn’t fit the life I imagined for myself.
By Peter4 days ago in Fiction