Category: Life Lately

I have a hard time with acceptance. Logic, routine, and consistency are my love language — I genuinely believe that if you do the right things in the right order, you get the right outcome. And then I had a toddler later in life. It is 12:55pm. Lights out since noon. My almost-four-year-old has told…

I have been fighting the nastiest sinus infection for a while now, but the actual fight didn’t start until Friday when I finally caved and went to the doctor. Augmentin for seven days. My uvula swelled so badly I almost literally lost my voice — which feels like the universe’s idea of a joke considering…

Nobody puts “high conflict coparenting with a narcissist” on their vision board. And yet. Here we are. I didn’t fall in love with a situation. I fell in love with a man. The situation came standard, like a car you buy used and then spend the next decade finding out what the previous owner broke.…

Marisa is the first subject in the Still Me in Here Portrait Series, black and white photographs of women 40+ paired with the stories that shaped them. You can find her work at @marisasmusequilts on Instagram. Go look. It’s worth every minute. If something in this piece makes something light up in your own chest,…

I’ve started this week’s post three different times now. I had a grand idea for a Mother’s Day post. Sweet, chaotic, a bit funny. Then I had a post ready about hormones and perimenopause. I had the Reel all made. But the truth is writing it the week before my period is probably not the…

Nick took Emily on their adventure this weekend-solo, just the two of them, exactly what they both needed. While they were gone Evelyn and I held down the fort. We went for walks. We played Legos. We napped. We ate Chinese takeout. I got a solo ass kicking at the Y. Lower body day, two…

Last week was heavy. You showed up anyway — 3,157 of you on Friday alone — and I am still not over it. Thank you feels insufficient but it’s what I have so: thank you. From the bottom of everything. This blog started as a place to put things down and it has become something…

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…