<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Little Hive]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Little Hive]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 23:26:38 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.thelittlehive.org/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[When Hate Becomes Louder Than Love]]></title><description><![CDATA[One of the hardest thing to witness is a child being caught in the middle of adults who are supposed to protect them. There are parents so consumed by anger toward their ex that they stop seeing the damage being done to the child standing between them. The resentment becomes louder than the love. Every interaction becomes about control, punishment, revenge or "winning" instead of asking the most important question: What is the healthiest for this child? Children are not weapons. They are not...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/when-hate-becomes-louder-than-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a0f6395a2438924d10a77da</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 20:10:46 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_1cd64722204c445faf9ae61628c53663~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grieving Someone Who's Still Alive]]></title><description><![CDATA[You know my childhood stories, my heartbreaks, my dreams before I even said them out loud. You were there for the inside jokes, the late-night talks, the moments that didn't seem big at the time but became everything later. You were familiar. Safe. Home. Until you weren't. And I think that's why it hurts the way it does...because losing you feels like losing something permanent. Something I thought was unbreakable.  The Shift I Didn't See Coming There wasn't one single moment where everything...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/grieving-someone-who-s-still-alive</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f6d5cfedf5696920d646fc</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2026 23:35:04 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Travis Lloyd]]></title><description><![CDATA[Travis Lloyd was my best friend from the time I was 15 years old, and for more than 20 years, he remained one of the most important people in my life. No matter how much life changed around us, he was always someone I could count on. Travis had the kind of presence that filled a room the moment he walked into it. He was the life of the party without even trying. Loud laughter, endless stories, unforgettable energy...people naturally gravitated toward him. But underneath all of that was...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/travis-lloyd</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fe394657c1b4d98767a144</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 21:42:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_fcd61be24e3141c89aed42fff0b2e849~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Motherhood]]></title><description><![CDATA[Motherhood changed me in ways I never could have imagined. Not all at once, but slowly, deeply, with every little hand I held and every version of myself I had to become for the girls who call me mom. Each of my daughters came into my life differently, but every one of them shaped my heart forever. My oldest, Octavia, made me a mama. There is something so sacred about your first child. She was the beginning of me learning how to fiercely a person could love. I grew alongside her. Every...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/motherhood</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a01160c0cf45a42cca9458f</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 23:51:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_2f53354cdf0a45839f8ce3f6bae7c8e1~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Loving Scott]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are people who enter your life quietly and  somehow change everything about it. That is who Scott has been for me. Through every season...the beautiful ones and the painful ones...he has remained steady, loving, and fiercely devoted to our family. He has seen me at my best and at my lowest, and somehow still chooses me every single day. Marriage is not always effortless. Life brings stress, grief, change, exhaustion and moments that test even the strongest people. But one thing I have...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/loving-scott</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fe36674f7ebdc9f6aad431</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 19:22:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_f39c5bdb6a6e419abaf24d3e1d960242~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_620,h_531,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Closing Chapter: Saying Goodbye to the Library]]></title><description><![CDATA[Leaving my job at the library feels like closing a chapter I wasn't ready to finish. That place was never just a job to me...it was a refuge long before it ever became part of my career. As a child, the library was where I felt safe, calm, and quietly understood. It was where I could disappear into stories, find comfort in routine, and fell a sense of belonging without needing to explain myself. Walking through those same doors now as an adult, as someone who now helped create that space for...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/closing-chapter-saying-goodbye-to-the-library</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fe2f4320805f9d8a87259a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 19:08:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_ea81afd4cea84abf8d41c017139986e5~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chronic Illness]]></title><description><![CDATA[Being a mom and wife is already a full, beautiful, exhausting life. Add chronic pain into the mix, and suddenly even the smallest moments require strength no one else can quite see. Most mornings, I wake up already tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes...but the kind that settles deep into my bones. Before my feet even hit the floor, I'm doing a quiet inventory: What hurts today? What can I push through? What needs to wait? And still, the day begins. There is breakfast to make, kids...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/chronic-illness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f166da7475e016cb95833a</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 18:40:18 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_7c69dae01c5d4a2d8cf2c53c1d0b593b~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_886,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Childhood Trauma]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are moments in my adult life that don't make sense on the surface. Moments when everything is technically "fine," yet my chest tightens, my thoughts race, and I feel like I'm slipping out of my own body. It took me a long time to understand that these reactions didn't start here...they began years ago, in a version of me that didn't have the language or safety to process what was happening. Childhood trauma doesn't always stay in childhood. It grows up with you. It hides the way you...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/childhood-trauma</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fe27d057c1b4d9876772ff</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 May 2026 18:30:40 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[High Conflict "Co-parent"]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are challenges in life you expect...and then there are ones that completely reshape how you see people, boundaries, and even the idea of fairness. Being a stepmom in a high-conflict "co-parenting" situation has been one of the hardest experiences of my life, not just because of the tension, but because of what happens when cooperation is replaced with control. Co-parenting is supposed to be just that...co. A shared responsibility. A joint effort to raise a child with consistency,...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/high-conflict-co-parent</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fa7759438dc58e2c8d0e1d</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 May 2026 23:21:18 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Breaking the Patterns that Broke Us]]></title><description><![CDATA[There comes a moment...quiet, uncomfortable, and deeply personal--when you realize that the things you swore you'd never carry...are already in your hands. Not because you chose them. Not because you're weak. But because they were handed down so subtly, so repeatedly, they began to feel like the truth or "just how it was." For me, those patterns have names: alcoholism, spanking as "discipline", people pleasing and the quiet suffocation of not having a voice. Things I never wanted, things I...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/breaking-the-patterns-that-broke-us</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69f6cc4bedf5696920d63464</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2026 04:43:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_7e231d823d59469f8b5ada64d1ae2eac~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_648,h_749,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Home]]></title><description><![CDATA[There's a certain kind of heartache that doesn't come from losing a person--but from leaving a place. It sneaks up on you quietly, tucked between packing boxes and forwarding mail, disguised as excitement for what's next. But underneath it all, there's a steading ache; the realization that you're about to say goodbye to somewhere that shaped you. Moving from a place you love isn't about changing addresses. It's about untangling yourself from the little pieces of life you didn't even realize...]]></description><link>https://www.thelittlehive.org/post/_home</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e94f47bbc0f3ff7446fe95</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Apr 2026 22:58:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/d83060_1cc371261c434306aba608f84d1e1524~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Victoria Slovak</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>