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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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Why Our Brains Won’t Shut Up at 3 a.m.
If you’ve ever stared at the ceiling at 3 a.m., replaying every unread email, awkward conversation, or looming deadline—you’re in good company. Our brains are experts at turning the middle of the night into a highlight reel of doom. But here’s the thing: evolution stacked the deck this way. From Sabertooth Tigers to Slack Notifications…
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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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Meditation: Not Just for Bearded Swamis and Pan Flute Fans
Until recently, I thought meditation was strictly for bearded swamis, unwashed hippies, and pan flute enthusiasts. And since my attention span rivals that of a caffeinated squirrel, I figured I was automatically disqualified. Add to that the constant buzzing, looping, and fizzing of my thoughts — and the idea of “clearing my mind” felt about…
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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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