The other day I put my phone in the refrigerator. Not in a dramatic, organized way. Justā¦ spiritually. I opened the fridge. I had my phone in my hand. And the next thing I knew, it was beside the butter like it paid rent there. If that isnāt middle-aged exhaustion with a splash of hormone …
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Iāve been trying to give my mornings a softer start lately. Nothing dramatic. Just small things like coffee before conversation, quiet before noise, light before screens. I want my mornings to feel gentle, like Iām easing into the day instead of bracing for it. The funny thing isā¦my thoughts donāt always cooperate. The house can …
I miss blogging. Not in a dramatic way. Not in an āI failedā way. Just in the quiet, nagging sense that something I love has been sitting untouched for too long. I didnāt mean to stop. I tell myself that every time I think about it. Like it was a temporary pause, a breather, a …
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There was a time when a new year meant I was about to become a brand-new woman. You know the type. Early riser. Green juice drinker. Emotionally regulated. Someone who definitely did not cry in the car over absolutely nothing. That woman has never shown up. Not once. So this year, Iām not asking her …
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Listenā¦ Iām just going to say it: if my holiday side dishes were on dating apps, the algorithm would absolutely lose its mind. Half of them would be fighting over me like dramatic contestants on a cooking-themed Bachelor, and the other half would ghost me after one bite and a promise of āWe should do …
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Some people have haunted houses. I have a haunted closet. It creaks when I open it. It groans when I close it. And if you stand quietly long enough, you can hear the faint screams of sweatshirts I bought in 2016 whispering, āWe still fitā¦ kinda.ā If anyone ever peeked inside, theyād call a priest, …
There are things I thought Iād 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 didnāt expect was to be a retired military spouse turned truckerās wife. But here we are. And baby, itās a …
Because the glow-up didnāt stop at 40 ā 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 …
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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 doāI 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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Accidental Life Lesson #9: Be the Reason Someone Rethinks Crying in Public It was a Tuesday. Not a bad Tuesday, necessarily. Just one of those days that feels like itās wearing the wrong pants. You know the kindāwhen your coffee tastes weird, your hair cowlick is really cowlicking, and everything you attempt feels like it …
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Honey without Flowers 