Thereâs something about Friday that makes you want to exhale. Maybe itâs the iced coffee hitting just right, or maybe itâs that whisper in your head that says, âOkay⌠letâs try again next week, but softer this time.â Iâve spent years trying to âfixâ myself â physically, emotionally, socially, spiritually â and spoiler alert: I …
Continue reading đ¸ Becoming Comfortable in Your Own Skin (and Other Weekend Miracles)
đ§ĄI Did This to Myself. Kind Of. No one in my family ever asked me to be the Holiday CEO. No one demanded themed gift wrap or vintage-style napkin rings. No one ever said, âPlease host every holiday like youâre auditioning for Southern Living.â I wanted to do it. I made the atmosphere. I planned …
There are things I thought Iâd be when I grew up: a teacher, a travel writer, the kind of Southern woman who made peach cobbler from memory and wore perfume to the grocery store.What I didnât expect was to be a retired military spouse turned truckerâs wife. But here we are. And baby, itâs a …
Letâs be honest: If the enemy wanted to ruin your life, he wouldnât show up in red horns and a pitchfork. Heâd show up as a push notification. Or a perfectly filtered reel of someone elseâs âsoft lifeâ while youâre three days deep into dry shampoo and living off Ding Dongs and anxiety. Heâd show …
Continue reading đ The Devil Doesnât Wear Prada, He Wears Distractions
A dramatic retelling of a hormonal haunting. Let me set the scene. Itâs 2AM. My husband is snoring like a buzzsaw beside me, Samuel the cat is perched on my chest making biscuits like heâs kneading out my sanity, and Iâm staring into the cold blue light of my phone screen whispering: âIs this menopause …
Continue reading I Googled âIs This Menopause or Possession?â at 2AM
Let me set the scene. I was on the couch â not in a cute, cozy, Hallmark-movie way, but more like mid-scroll potato mode. My hair was doing its own thing (bless her), my motivation had taken a personal day, and my mental state could best be described as âif a sigh were a person.â …
Continue reading đ âYes, These Shoes Saved My Sanityâ: When Shallow Is Actually Soul-Care
Iâll be honestâwhen the sermon started, I was watching the livestream more out of habit than hunger. I was traveling, sitting cross-legged in the truck seat with my pink glasses slowly but surely sliding down my nose, coffee in hand, and already half-distracted by all of the bumps in the road. Then the pastor opened …
Continue reading âď¸The Sermon Wasnât for Me (Until It Was)
Because the glow-up didnât stop at 40 â it just got better lighting, better snacks, and better boundaries. Back in my early 30s, I was deep in the trenches. The diaper bags were packed, the car seats were installed, and I was basically fueled by goldfish crackers and caffeine. I had mastered survival mode, but …
Continue reading â¨Middle-Aged Magic: What I Know Now That I Didn’t at 35
Last night I tossed, I turned, I flipped my pillow to the cool side, and when sleep refused to show up, I did what any rational adult would doâI went straight to the internet. Because nothing says peaceful bedtime routine like asking Google the kinds of questions that make your FBI agent rub his temples. …
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YâALL. It took forever for the first day of fall. I donât know what the calendar says up north, but here in Florida, itâs still summer's stubborn little sister. No matter the temperature though the candles are lit, and my cart (physical and digital) is overflowing with things I absolutely do not need⌠and absolutely …
Continue reading đ Fall Finally Showed Up⌠and So Did My Shopping Problem
Honey without Flowers 