Category: Life Lately

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…

The universe has a subtle way of telling you to keep it simple. The other day, I wasn’t even going anywhere. But I wanted to feel a bit more like me, so I sat down to do my makeup. I ended up taking my eyeliner off three times. Three. I was incredibly grateful I’d recently…

Still Something to Fight For It’s been a long week that spilled into the weekend. The kind where the world feels chaotic even if your own house is still standing. Where the noise outside your bubble presses in and you realize how much effort it takes just to stay regulated. I had therapy last Friday,…

A quick note before we begin This post touches on current events—not to argue, persuade, or inflame, but to reflect. I know writing this may cost me readers. But silence has started to feel like compliance, and inaction is still a choice. This is a thinking piece, written with care, kindness, and the belief that…

I was reading Gertrude McFuzz to Evelyn the other day when I had a very adult realization: Dr. Seuss absolutely knew what he was doing. This wasn’t really a children’s book. Or maybe it was—but he wrote it knowing we’d come back to it later with more life under our belts and far less patience…