Breaking Barrs

There’s a strange stillness that follows deep loss, a quiet that lingers even when life refuses to pause. This summer, that quiet met me at the threshold of my grandmother’s house, the same house that now holds my next chapter. I’m moving in, into her memories, her legacy, and, somehow, into more responsibility than I ever imagined I could hold at once. On paper, it sounds manageable: Finalizing my transfer for my B.A. Homeschooling Brooklyn and setting up her schoolroom. Lau

we are living proof that pain can become purpose, and that broken doesn’t mean defeated.

For anyone who feels like they’re barely hanging on. A reminder that the fight itself is proof of strength.

Together We Stand These past weeks have brought more than our fair share of hardship, but they've also reminded me why Breaking Barrs...

This blog was created for many reasons. First and foremost, it's a space for transparency—a place where we can openly share our journey,...