Author: stillmeinhere

Last week I was sitting there trying to fill out new patient paperwork for a dentist appointment while listening to Clark growl at Finn—who, for the record, has no concept of personal space. I was also, inexplicably, mad. Not at anyone or anything in particular—just ragey. Existing, ambient rage. Like, “I need to be outside…

Before you read this, please know:This isn’t about blame. It’s about how things feel from my side. I’m not saying anyone is wrong. I’m just trying to give language to feelings that I often carry quietly. Writing is how I process, not how I point fingers. I love deeply, and this is one way I…

(Written a couple of weeks ago — but spoiler alert: not much has changed ) It’s 10:48 a.m. and I am overstimulated AF. Evelyn is in rare form today. I’m trying—really trying—to stay kind and calm, but my goodness. It feels like she woke up and decided her mission was to give me the middle…

The elephant in the room? Grief has been driving my life for the last six years. Sometimes quietly in the passenger seat, sometimes full-on grabbing the damn wheel. And when you let grief (or fear, or autopilot) take control, you don’t glide gracefully down a smooth road. No. You find yourself off-roading through cornfields in…

I saw this Reel on Instagram the other day (probably from TikTok, but whatever — I get everything late like every other elder millennial). The woman was saying how she started using the word “OK” whenever her kids were being… well, kids. She stopped arguing, stopped overexplaining, stopped taking the bait. She just said “OK.”…

Nick and I have been navigating this life together for nearly a decade now. We’ve had some really hard talks, some that almost ended us, and some that reminded us—hopefully—that every single day we choose each other. And yes, I can be stubborn. I get caught in how I think things should be, instead of…

So, I went to my first podiatry appointment yesterday. The whole thing started back in August when I threw my back out… putting Evelyn on the potty. (Yes, you read that right. Potty training = occupational hazard.) Nick decided maybe it was time for us to check out our feet—his and mine. Turns out, I…

Let’s face it: women are always trying something new in the name of looking good. Lesson learned — sometimes those “somethings” fight back. I’ve wanted to start this blog since July. Life, however, has thrown me more curveballs than a Mets pitcher on a hot streak. Some days I wake up ready to attack the…