Category: Life Lately

I’m back. The concert was last Saturday and I am still somewhere between emotionally wrung out and more at peace than I have felt in a very long time. Both of those things are true at the same time and I have decided to stop being surprised when that happens. Before I get into it…

I’m writing this on Tuesday. By the time you read it, I’ll already be in Chicago. That sentence alone is doing something to me right now. I debated even posting this week. The whole point of this trip is to disconnect and to be present in the moments I’m going to be having while I’m…

This week was a lot. I want to start there because I think sometimes we skip past that part and go straight to the lesson or the silver lining and I’m not quite ready to do that yet. Marisa had to say goodbye to Nala on Monday. If you know, you know. If you don’t…

Two more weeks. That’s all I’m saying. Two more weeks and I am on a plane to Chicago and Florence Welch is going to absolutely destroy me in the best possible way. But first — this week. Outlander is back on in the background while I write this and I just want to sit with…

Miley plays on the first day of my period. Every month. Like clockwork. I can picture the wrecking ball swinging in and everything, every bit of calm I spent three weeks rebuilding, just… gone. Shattered in the chaos of exhaustion and the very specific kind of drain that makes your bones feel heavy and your…

Repeat after me. “If at first I don’t succeed…” Go ahead. Say it. The correct answer — the aspirational one, the one on the meme — is “I can try again.” Sweet. Optimistic. Functional. And yet what most of us actually hear, regardless of birth order, regardless of the stakes, regardless of whether we’re talking…

It’s been a genuinely good week. Minus the moment I stood in front of a bathroom mirror — the full-view kind, hips up, the kind that doesn’t lie and doesn’t apologize — and thought, I don’t want to look like this anymore. Not in a spiral. Just a quiet, honest reckoning. The gym thing has…

I think turning 45 unlocked something in me that I didn’t quite expect. It’s this quiet realization that two things can be true at the same time. And for some reason, that feels controversial. Two things can coexist. Nick can be genuinely excited that the Shamrock Shake is back at McDonald’s because he knows I…

Six months ago I started this blog because adhesive chicken cutlets tried to ruin my life. That’s not metaphorical. That’s documented. I had hives down to my hips, lips like I’d picked a fight with a beehive, and a husband who lovingly coined the term “Temu-bies.” And instead of just adding it to my internal…

Our weekend away was perfect and deeply needed. White Pine Camp is exactly that—a camp tucked way back in the forest, surrounded by towering pines and snow this time of year. It’s eerily quiet in the best way. No TV. A gas fireplace for entertainment. And the realization that a tiny space can be more…