The original five love languages are a decent starting point, but my actual love language is something none of Gary Chapman’s books cover.
Tuesdays Suck. There. I Said It.
Tuesday is the worst day of the week and I will not be taking questions. Too far from the weekend in every possible direction.
Being the Ex-Wife Isn’t a Failure. It’s a Fucking Flex
Being the ex-wife isn’t shameful. It means I chose myself, survived the ending, and walked away wiser and stronger.
Dancing Badly on Purpose: A Reclamation
Bad dancing in the kitchen with a judgemental black cat watching is somehow the most freeing thing I have done for my mental health.
Why You Always Tip the Nail Lady
I’m breaking down exactly why tipping your nail tech is non-negotiable, and what it really means for the person doing your nails.
The Rage You Swallow Turns Into Autoimmune Disease
The anger women swallow to stay palatable does not disappear. It goes somewhere, and your body keeps an honest record of all of it.
Maybe I Wasn’t The Problem, But Also Maybe I Was
Turns out the truth about who was the problem sits somewhere deeply uncomfortable in the middle, and I had to be honest about both sides.
Letting Go of the Woman You Thought You’d Be
I had a blueprint for who I’d become. Letting her go hurt, but she made room for the woman I actually am.
We Need to Stop Clapping for Basic Decency
He was kind, attentive, and respectful. Bare minimum, yes. But we need to stop acting like decency is rare.
Lol, Turns Out I Journal After All
Turns out I have been journalling for years without calling it that, and it is nothing like the aesthetic nonsense I was resisting.
The Art of Catastrophising
I am a gold medallist catastrophiser and I finally wrote the guide I wish someone had handed me before my brain went full disaster spiral.
My “Well, It’s Cheaper Than Wine” Theory of Economics
If it costs less than a bottle of wine and improves my life, I’m buying it. That’s my entire economic framework.
