Memoirs
SNAFU: Situation Normal, All F*ked Up
Once upon a time, we lived the simple life, and I thought that was just...how life would stay.
Memoirs
Once upon a time, we lived the simple life, and I thought that was just...how life would stay.
Memoirs
'Up All Night, Sleep All Day' - not just a song by Slaughter, but possibly the working title of my next autobiography, sadly without the fun or salacious bits.
Pop Culture
Two movies this week posed the same question in very different ways: what do you choose when neither option is better?
Pop Culture
The day never really changes, but you do.
There's a big difference between getting older and getting old.
The coping skills that got me through childhood eventually became my adult goals. This is how I learned to use that without pretending I have it all figured out.
I grew up losing myself in movies thanks to my mother’s annual Wizard of Oz night. When I became a mother, our own tradition started with the MCU.
I lost the weight. Yay, me. But the real flex was finally giving up on the whole "my body is the enemy" schtick. That changed everything.
Real life meets reel life
I decorated early, which is wildly out of character for me.
It’s hard to explain a choice that looks selfish from the outside, but was the only one I had left.
I went to Teslacon thinking I’d just watch other people escape their lives for a weekend. I didn’t expect to understand it as much as I did.
Clean Break wrapped the story. Dirty Work is where I can finally start to unpack what it all actually did to me.
Everyone keeps telling me I must be relieved. Sure. My cortisol disagrees.
Things are finally settling down, and honestly, it’s unsettling.
I came out of the fever expecting things to be normal. They weren’t, which, all things considered, isn't surprising.
The cycle I lived matches every description of addiction. It simply wasn’t treated like one.
A weekend alone made it clear that I upset people when I write the truth to try and help others. To that, as always, FU.
In a five-day span, Gen X lost three cultural landmarks. That’s the whole story.
Some memories feel like a hug, others feel like a left hook. I wrote about both.
So here we are, because obviously I don’t know how to not care about this.