Category: Life Lately
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I Was Thirty, Then I Blinked
Christmas Eve is tomorrow.Which feels impossible, considering Thanksgiving happened about ten minutes ago and Valentine’s Day items are already out, quietly reminding me that I’ll be 45 in less than two months. Rude. It’s crunch time. Christmas Day is two days away, and we’ve just passed the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year.…
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I’m Both Pinky and the Brain (and Honestly, That Explains a Lot)
Yesterday my brain was loud—not panicked, not spiraling—just constantly running. Spinning. Trying to solve something that didn’t have a clean solution. I felt it in my body before I could fully name it. My ears hurt. My sinuses felt dry and full at the same time. That familiar am-I-getting-sick-or-am-I-just-exhausted feeling settled in, and lately I’m…
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The Christmas Basket Revolution: My Holiday Plot Twist
First of all, thank you to everyone who checks out my weekly posts. Seriously. I know they’re sometimes messy and sometimes feel like déjà vu, but something in them keeps resonating with you all and you keep coming back for more. And for that, I am grateful. Saturdays at 1 a.m. apparently being my peak…
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He’s Just Not That Into You… Even When He’s Your Dad
Before I even started writing this, I second-guessed myself about a hundred times. I didn’t want this to come off like I was calling anyone out or dumping emotion onto the internet without thinking it through. I even had my best friend read it, and she told me to leave it as is. And the…
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Smegma Was the High Point of My Week. Let That Sink In.
What a week it has been. It all started last Wednesday, with smegma. Or so I thought. I was in that post-period mental drive—ready to be productive, ready to obsess a little, and determined to keep myself rational. We’ve settled into a mostly productive routine… minus the gym, because we haven’t dared step foot in…
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All Over the Place, But Somehow Exactly Where I’m Supposed to Be
(Still Me In Here Blog — Free Writing Edition) I’m sitting on my bed with ocean sounds playing from PokPok, pretending I’m the kind of person who has her inner world totally under control. Evelyn and I had a good morning, which is probably why my brain decided to take this moment to fire off…
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A Letter to My Coven
There are people who change you quietly, piece by piece, and then there are the ones who grab your soul by the shoulders and remind you that you’re still in there. You are those women for me. I’ve lost touch with so many people over the years—some on purpose, some by accident—but recently I reconnected…
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Everybody Scream (and Other Ways I’m Trying Not To)
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…
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Treat Yo Self: The Existential Edition
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…
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Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Overstimulated AF
(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…