Glass House Ghost

Ever wonder why life sometimes feels like a sitcom where you’re the punchline?

Real Stories. Wrong Name.

This is my collection of true stories, memories, and musings- equal parts raw confession and comic relief.

Glass House Ghost is an anonymous memoir-in-motion. I write about family dynamics, near-misses, and the funny-sad moments that shape us. Some stories are tender, some are messy, and most are a little ridiculous-because mine is a life lived with the curtains half-open. If you’ve ever felt like the joke and the hero in the same episode, you’re home.

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woman holding a cup of coffee at right hand and reading book on her lap while holding it open with her left hand in a well-lit room

Reflections

Explore journeys of self-discovery and connection.

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a hand reaching out towards the ocean at sunset
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man in gray pullover hoodie in body of water
Reflections

Exploring our pasts to find understanding.

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