Memoirs
The Grief I Deserved
I always assumed I’d be reasonable about losing a pet when the time came. Molly made sure I was wrong about that.
Memoirs
I always assumed I’d be reasonable about losing a pet when the time came. Molly made sure I was wrong about that.
Dysfunction Diaries
Every family has competing narratives of the truth, but I'm not interested in winning an argument. This is the one based on the decisions and realities we actually lived through.
Memoirs
If you ever want a crash course in humility, try dumpster-diving for a dead Keurig while your neighbor’s Ring cam records your meltdown.
Pop Culture
This is what it takes to keep going when quitting would be easier, and frankly, cheaper. But as The Balkan Storm says, "illegitimi non carborundum." (Translation: see above.)
Memoirs
Sometimes marriage looks like grand gestures, and sometimes it looks like a man hiding an “I Voted” sticker in my underwear drawer because apparently that's our love language right now.
Memoirs
That "no" shredded me inside, but it also ended up rerouting my entire life, which...feels a little rude in hindsight, but I'm not mad about it. (Not anymore, anyway.)
Pop Culture
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.
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.
Weekly essays and a monthly Field Notes email. But never any life coaching.
The day never really changes, but you do.
This was harder to write than I expected.
Ho Phase: how I stay festive without losing my sense of reality. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.
There's a big difference between getting older and getting old.
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.