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Hey! I’m Andreana

Welcome to my site! This site holds writing pieces focused on: motherhood and marriage, hair and beauty topics, my journey through depression/ low-self worth to positive mental health, and anything under the sun that I have the urge to write about. It also features content created for YouTube.

About Me

I am a mother of three, a writer and content creator. I began writing years ago as a necessity and a way to express myself. Most importantly, to make a deeper social connection. I’m just here living simply, sharing intimately and bonding truthfully. Read more

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Growing up I wished for any name except my own. Many times I desperately longed for a different body to call home. Twenty-nine trips around the sun, a battle it's been to finally settle in. Here I am, I exist between the hairs on my head and my red nail polished toes. Pouring my heart and soul out, in poetry and prose.

- Set for Life


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Debut Poetry Book Release

Because we were together everyday until the day we were not. The 'us' became a void and the distance felt too far from your arms to my heart. So I'm especially happy and grateful for all the days the space between us ceases to remain. The moments I get to see your face and we have conversations that with others simply don't flow the same. We're able to be together for a while and talk of all the things so shocking, peculiar, random and mundane. 

- Rituals and Traditions

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While I Wander – lined journals

150 page lined journals perfect for writing to your heart’s content A collection of journals:While I Wander (greyscale)While I Wander (color)While I Wander: the prompt edition (greyscale)While I Wander: the prompt edition (color) Poetry and prompts featured in the prompt edition journal…

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Writing prompts

In combination with a fun, new project I’m working on, I put together this list of prompts inspired by my recent release ‘Wanderer and the Moon’.

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Small leaks sink big ships

Punctured. Leaking. Like I was being crushed under gravities weight. With unbearable pressure pulsating in my head was the ache of struggling to console, barely in a position to hold my newborn right. But if I didn’t lay flat,

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