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Parting Stories helps people let go of who they once were and step into who they’re becoming – through stories, products, and rituals.
PS. I Moved On...
I was 22, studying at an Ivy League school with a promising future in jewelry. I joined every club I could, became president of two, and practically lived in the library.
In my free time, I shadowed my dad to learn the Gem business. But I wanted something of my own, so I began writing, and sharing my experiences through a small personal blog that I built on the side.
I thought I had my life planned out until I graduated. My dad told me I couldn't go into the business as it was a male dominated field, and out of panic, I took the first job that came my way.
After years of sexism, 12-hour work days, and endless steps that left me drained, I realized I was losing myself. I returned to what grounded me most — writing. Not just my own story, but the stories that shape us all.
My name is Amra and I hope you enjoy my stories.
READER COMMENTS
Reading some stories reminds me that change isn't the problem, it's the environment. Almost like an "aha" moment.
I, at the very least: appreciate the fact that I'm not alone. It feels like it'll be fine because someone else went through it.
It's nice to read others perspectives. I feel as though it's the only way I actually learn. If only you had stories about derivatives...
A bit refreshing, A cool twist to writing. Enjoy a read every morning.
Helped me understood what others considered in their situations, understood what to expect when making my decision.
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