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A mother lies down with her daughters every night. What she finds there is the love she never knew she was capable of giving. Or receiving.
Mar 13
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Alisa Sieber
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Here Lies the Evidence
A story of first love, abandonment, and how tying self-worth to being chosen shaped everything that followed.
Feb 15
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Alisa Sieber
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How Don’t Leave Me High and Dry Came to Life
A behind-the-scenes look at writing, music, and performance
Jan 26
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Alisa Sieber
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Moving Them to Tears
This is the original story I wrote as a teenager, shared without edits. What lives between the lines took decades to understand. A meditation on…
Jan 24
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Alisa Sieber
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Time Echoes in a Warehouse
From Swedish House Mafia to Schoenberg, this is about music as memory, presence, and witness in a world that keeps asking us to look away.
Jan 17
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Alisa Sieber
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Mom, You Look Happy
A mother reflects on joy, loss, and generational healing after a life-altering phone call. An intimate essay on presence, grief, and breaking cycles.
Jan 16
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Alisa Sieber
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The 3D Printed Rose
A mother reflects on presence, restraint, and hope while making art with her daughter, searching for a lost kitten, and learning when staying matters…
Jan 3
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Alisa Sieber
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The Missing Kitten
A raw monologue about motherhood, generational trauma, and the moment when love means not ending someone else’s search too soon.
Jan 3
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Alisa Sieber
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11:41
The Intimacy Paradox
I sang my truth to a room full of people in our newly built dome, but being witnessed by the one person who knows me best still feels impossible.
Oct 28, 2025
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Alisa Sieber
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I've Been Running From Heartbreak My Entire Life
A stranger assumed a man broke me. I let him believe it. The truth is more complicated: I am both the heartbreaker and the heartbroken. On finally…
Oct 21, 2025
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Alisa Sieber
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The Water at Fly Ranch
I learned my body knew how to surface. I didn't know yet that floating alone was only half the work.
Oct 9, 2025
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Alisa Sieber
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I Did Something Bad
A visceral autofiction prologue about the American Dream, desire, self-betrayal, and the moment before everything finally breaks open.
Aug 5, 2021
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Alisa Sieber
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