In a Headline

Purveyor of Finely Woven Words

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In Long Copy

Wifey. That’s my name, though it rolls off the tongue of only one other. It was at nineteen that I converted to half a person, joining with my best friend against the concept of divorce as much as in pursuit of marriage.

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It is this readapting of norms which has come to mark my forehead. Not scrapping mores, but making their essences work for me as I fashion a custom path toward my goals. And as an Ad Ma’am, “Wifey” has grown into my personal brand.

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The persona of Wifey is chronically, though not terminally, curious, hovering just under the limit of asking too many questions. Wifey is a lexophilic language DJ, spinning syntax into melodic tapestry. Wifey is thorough, formidably-versed in the dictates of English. And Wifey is driven, inventing job positions that pay to create portfolio pieces.

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But more than anything, Wifey is kind, maintaining the role of peacemaker at work and attributing a foundation of benevolence to God’s goodness. These are the fundamentals of Hayley.

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If you have further interest in Hayley's strands of rearranged alphabet, please reach through the screen and let’s shake hands.

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