• Sunday Scaries Are Rude

    Sunday Scaries are rude because they wait until you trust the day. They let you have your little coffee. They let you open the blinds. They let you pretend you’re becoming the kind of woman who folds laundry before it becomes a textile based threat. Then late afternoon hits, the light gets weird, your laptop…

  • A Guide to Surviving Dramatic Mondays

    Mondays don’t ease in. They enter. They kick the door open wearing business casual, carrying a clipboard, and acting like your entire life is already behind schedule. You open your eyes and suddenly the world expects you to be motivated, functional, emotionally regulated, ambitious, hydrated, grateful, responsive, and wearing pants with a waistband that doesn’t…

  • The Dog Knows

    My dog, Roger, has zero responsibilities, pays no bills, contributes absolutely nothing to household chores, and still somehow manages to teach me more about life than any human I have ever dated. He has never had a job. He does not understand mirrors. He does not comprehend taxes, heartbreak, overthinking, screenshots sent to the group…

  • Taste Is a Love Language

    Some people hear “taste” and think money. Or aesthetics. Or whatever minimal beige influencer culture keeps trying to force feed us. That’s cute for them. You know the vibe. A white couch no one can actually live on, a sad little olive tree fighting for its life in the corner, and a $68 candle named…

  • Rage Bait Detox, Join Me

    I have decided I am no longer letting strangers with podcasts, comment sections, and suspiciously shiny foreheads hijack my nervous system before noon. Brave of me. Possibly delusional. We’ll see. Because rage bait is everywhere now. It’s in the hot takes, the stitched videos, the “nobody is talking about this” posts where, somehow, everyone is…

  • Notes From a Girl Who Changes Her Mind Weekly

    I change my mind weekly. Honestly? Lately it feels like hourly. The holiday season does something to the brain. Like someone plugged my internal compass into twinkle lights and now everything short-circuits at the faint smell of cinnamon. One minute I’m determined to have a calm, organized December. The next minute I’m in the corner…

  • Main Character Energy…Even at Aldi

    I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you can absolutely be the main character. Even in a discount grocery store with suspiciously cheap avocados and fluorescent lighting that reveals your soul. Trust me. I know because I keep doing it by accident. Some people have their main-character moments in glamorous places, fancy restaurants,…

  • My Brain Is a Group Chat

    If you ever want to understand the true nature of a woman, ask her what her inner world sounds like. Mine? It’s a group chat. A full one. Muted, of course. But active in a way that defies science, sleep schedules, and common sense. People assume quiet girls have quiet minds. Absolutely not. If anything,…

  • A Quiet Girl’s Guide to Surviving the Holidays

    Holidays have this strange talent for turning perfectly normal humans into loud, glitter covered chaos goblins who suddenly develop Olympic level opinions about your life. Meanwhile, you, the quiet, observant one, are standing in the corner nursing a drink and reading the room like it’s your side-hustle. This guide is for the girls who don’t…

  • What Gratitude Really Looks Like This Year

    Gratitude used to feel like homework. Something I was supposed to write in a journal like a well-behaved adult: I’m grateful for my friends. I’m grateful for my home. I’m grateful for cinnamon rolls. Check. Check. Check. But this year? Gratitude feels different. Heavier. Softer. Wilder. Like it grew teeth and tenderness at the same…