I graduated from college in 2021 with an English degree and no direction to follow. I've worked at FedEx, Amazon, a cleaning company, and an emergency department. None of which screamed creative fulfillment.

 

So naturally, I've decided to start this side quest. Whether I am posting my stories to a void or an actual audience, the point is the same: to put myself out there. To be more vulnerable than I'd like to be. Her Cursive is my space to do that freely. And honestly, if even one person reads something here and feels anything, I’ll consider that a win.

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The name Her Cursive came from trying to figure out how to brand what I write without overthinking it (too much). I grew up in the Catholic school system, which means cursive was basically forced into my personality at a young age. And somehow… it stuck.

 

Anyone who’s ever seen my journal (I refuse to call it a diary) knows I still write everything in cursive. There’s something about it that feels more personal, more connected, like the words actually mean a little more when they’re written that way.

Typing this all out and putting it online? Slightly terrifying. But here we are.

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Some of these stories are actually mine. Some of these stories I wrote for pure entertainment. Let me know what you think. Do you want more? Did something hit a little too close? Did I completely ruin your mood? I want to hear it all. Don’t hold back. I can take it (probably).