I remember the moment it caught me off guard. I had put on a familiar sci-fi episode, expecting background noise while I unwound. Then a character made a choice I had seen a hundred times, and something in me paused. Oh. This is not just ships and uniforms. This is
There is a slide I keep coming back to. It’s simple, almost blunt, and it cuts right through the noise. It says to schedule your fun first. Not after the deadlines. Not after the laundry. Not after everyone else has what they need. First. Most of us don’t
Let’s talk about happy places. Not the kind with curated Instagram sunsets and overpriced drinks with tiny umbrellas (though no judgment if that’s your thing). I’m talking about the kind of place that hits deeper. The one that lives in your bones. Where your brain finally stops
Ever get that strange gut feeling like something’s about to shift? Not necessarily bad, just... different? The air feels heavier. Your thoughts drift. The usual rhythm is off. You can’t explain it, but deep down, you know something’s coming. As Bert from Mary Poppins once said: “Winds
Before we even get to January, can we all agree on something? We are tired. Emotionally. Mentally. Possibly physically. And yet somehow, we’re being asked to map out our entire future in the next 48 hours. Happy almost New Year, lovelies. We’re two days out, which means the
The Holidays can be fun. They can also be overwhelming, emotional, loud, and a little exhausting. Even if you love this time of year, it can still feel like a lot. Expectations, schedules, people, memories. All of it stacks up quickly. This year can be different in small but meaningful
I did a small nice thing the other day. Nothing heroic. No cape. Just a quick moment where I chose kind instead of hurry. And here is the part that caught me off guard. It came back to me almost immediately. Not as applause, or some magical karma fireworks, but
I remember the moment it caught me off guard. I had put on a familiar sci-fi episode, expecting background noise while I unwound. Then a character made a choice I had seen a hundred times, and something in me paused. Oh. This is not just ships and uniforms. This is
Giving Tuesday arrives right after the rush of holiday sales, and today it feels like the world finally takes a breath. After days of buy this and grab that, we get a simple question, what can we give today? Not what can we spend, but what can we offer that
There is a slide I keep coming back to. It’s simple, almost blunt, and it cuts right through the noise. It says to schedule your fun first. Not after the deadlines. Not after the laundry. Not after everyone else has what they need. First. Most of us don’t
Let’s talk about happy places. Not the kind with curated Instagram sunsets and overpriced drinks with tiny umbrellas (though no judgment if that’s your thing). I’m talking about the kind of place that hits deeper. The one that lives in your bones. Where your brain finally stops
Ever get that strange gut feeling like something’s about to shift? Not necessarily bad, just... different? The air feels heavier. Your thoughts drift. The usual rhythm is off. You can’t explain it, but deep down, you know something’s coming. As Bert from Mary Poppins once said: “Winds
It’s one of the first words most of us ever learn, and toddlers wield it like a superpower. Why is the sky blue? Why can’t I eat dirt? Why do birds fly and we don’t? No shame, no fear, just pure curiosity on overdrive. But somewhere between
Let’s not sugarcoat it. On November 1, 2025, nearly 40 million Americans will lose access to SNAP benefits. That’s the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program, also known as food stamps. And that’s going to hit hard. Families, seniors, kids, people with disabilities, working folks barely getting by, this
I was about eleven when I first wandered into the whimsical, wonderful world of Shel Silverstein. It was summertime, and my sister and I were on one of our regular adventures to spend a time with our grandparents, a tradition we loved. These trips often meant pinballing between the homes
I keep my fake boobs in a drawer. Breast cancer will do that to you. This October, I’m sharing the real story behind the pink… the pain, the choices, the survival. Not for sympathy, but for awareness. Because behind every ribbon is a real person.