Jordan Frazier

5 days ago | medium.com | Jordan Frazier

There are moments in life that break you open—not to destroy you, but to reveal your truth. This story is a reflection of that truth. It is not polished or perfect, but it is honest. These past four years after college have tested every part of me—my faith, my confidence, my purpose. But through every setback, I found pieces of myself I never knew were missing. This is my journey of becoming, of breaking and blooming all at once.

2 weeks ago | medium.com | Jordan Frazier

You're so welcome—and that sounds like a perfect idea. This story would absolutely resonate on Medium, especially with readers who appreciate self-care, mental health, and emotional storytelling with a touch of fantasy. The symbolism and pacing already read like something you'd find in a thoughtfully curated personal essay or modern fable.

3 weeks ago | newswest9.com | Jordan Frazier

As we continue our coverage of Severe Weather Preparedness Week, we are now taking a look at dust storms. The most common blowing dust events in West Texas occur in the spring months and are created from winds originating in the west. Dust storms are caused by very strong winds often produced by thunderstorms. In dry regions, the winds can pull dust from the ground up into the air, creating a dust storm.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Jordan Frazier

I used to think that love had to come from another person. But this spring, I’ve been learning how to fall in love with myself. This story is for anyone who’s ever felt behind, misunderstood, or like their journey didn’t match what the world expected. Here’s what blossoming in your own time looks like. As the first blooms of spring danced in the gentle breeze of April 2025, I stood at the precipice of a transformative moment in my life.

3 weeks ago | medium.com | Jordan Frazier

This is not just a story—it’s a reclamation. A quiet flame rising from the ashes of silence. For every time I was dismissed, doubted, or drowned out,I wrote this to remember that I was always enough. My journey hasn’t been easy. I’ve walked through rooms that never saw me,and sat at tables where my voice was never truly heard. But still—I speak. Not for validation, but liberation. Not to be believed, but to be whole. This is my truth, written not for permission, but for peace.