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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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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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Book Review: From Strength to Strength by Arthur C. Brooks
Wisdom for Midlife: Letting Go, Leaning In, and Finding New Purpose I read From Strength to Strength at a time when I really needed it — while juggling the hormonal chaos of perimenopause, raising kids who are growing up way too fast, and navigating the daily highs and lows of being a full-time working mom.…
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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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