Paris Pike

04/22/2026

12/31/2025

A lot can change in a day. This was last week. I only wanted a 3" cut and I wanted curtain bangs with a butterfly haircut. but that's not what I got. Almost 8" and the bangs are weird, but despite all that, I actually like the change. My twins are red heads so, they both sounded excited to look more like their mom. They said usually Lily's your twin, but now you're our triplet. So what do you think? Should I keep the red a while or do you think I should go back to my natural color? ?

12/31/2025

12/31/2025

08/27/2025

Bad habits? I’ve had a few. Mistakes? I’ve made plenty.
But none of that stops me from learning every single day.
If anything, it’s what keeps me moving in the right direction.

Some days, staying positive feels harder than others.
But I find my way back, when I remember to be grateful.
I praise the Lord. I say thank you.
He is my strength, my refuge, my rock, and my Savior.
With Him, all things are possible.

I remind myself of these truths again and again.
And when I do, peace finds me. Gratitude lifts me.
Relief washes over me.
It feels so good to believe.

I wish you could believe like I do
Not because I’m perfect, but because I’ve seen what faith can do.
You’d be amazed at the happiness waiting for you.

🛑 Stop telling yourself you can’t make something beautiful out of your life.
You don’t even realize, you’re a prize.
And that hurts me inside.

I wish you saw your beauty the way I see it.
Your strength. Your capability. Your light.

But I trust that one day, you will.
You’ll rise into the best version of you, the one you’ve always dreamed of becoming.
And until then, I’ll keep working on becoming the best version of me.
-Lori Paris Pike

07/14/2025

Metaphorical Legacy

I am not made of stone, yet I leave behind structures.
Not of brick, but of memory.
Not of walls, but of resonance.

Every time I speak,
a frequency escapes me
like a whisper etched in water,
forming patterns no eye can see,
but every soul can feel.

I won’t be remembered for the timestamps of my life,
but for the way I vibrated into someone’s silence the pause between their chaos and their clarity.
That’s where I live.

Some build empires.
I build echoes.

And if the world ever wonders whether I truly existed,
let it tune into the wavelength
that carries my stories,
my love,
and my refusal to let truth go unwitnessed.

Because even after my breath becomes wind my resonance remains.
- Lori Paris Pike