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Rage, Clicks, Repeat
Algorithms — the foundation of the echo chambers we’re all living in. We know how social media works. We know what it’s doing to us. And still, there I am, consuming an endless stream of curated, monetized content, letting my brain chemistry react before my rational mind even shows up. Suddenly it feels like the…
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Sitting on Glowing Coals (While Having a Hot Flash)
It’s been a while since my last blog post — mostly because life lately has felt like trying to juggle flaming swords while riding a unicycle… on a trampoline… during a tornado. Between chauffeuring the kids to more sports than the Olympics, keeping the house from collapsing into a laundry-filled abyss, and holding down a…
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Life Isn’t Fair
When I was a kid (the youngest of two) I was famous for shouting, “That’s not fair!” anytime my older sibling got to do something cool that I wasn’t allowed to do. My mom’s answer was always the same: “LIFE isn’t fair.” Cruelly unsatisfying in an 8-year-old’s ears. But she was right. Life isn’t fair—which…
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Parenting in Perimenopause: Good Inside Meets Hot Mess Outside
I’ve been reading Becky Kennedy’s Good Inside, and I’m starting to wonder if she secretly wrote it for me and H. Honestly, I should probably check the dedication just to confirm. Because every chapter feels like it was designed for our daily battles: me, trying to be calm and intentional; H, testing the boundaries like…
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Cold Hot: The Shower Saga
I’ll always remember herding H toward the shower like a reluctant goat toward a car wash. She stopped short, stuck her hand under the running water, and yelped like a Victorian child discovering electricity. Me: “What’s wrong?! Is it too hot??” (I check the water. It’s fine. Like, spa-commercial fine.) H with the confidence of…
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Contumacious Kids and the Quest for Zen
If you’ve ever tried to tell a teenager what to do, then you know the word contumacious (stubbornly disobedient) isn’t just for courtroom dramas. Around here, it describes Tuesday mornings before school. I have two kids — let’s call them T and H. T is my mini-me: witty, a little goofy, and eager to please.…
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Hot Flashes & Holy Wisdom: My Journey to Finding Zen in Perimenopause
If you had told me ten years ago that my path to peace would involve hot flashes, mood swings, and an alarming number of conversations with myself in the bathroom mirror, I would’ve laughed. Or cried. Or both — which, coincidentally, is the same way I react to Target receipts these days. Welcome to Zenopause…
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