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Hot Sauce in My Coffee and Other Signs It Was Saturday
I woke up tired. Not “slept weird” tired. Stayed up too late working on the book and hunting for the perfect theater wall décor tired. Yes, I’m remodeling again. No, I haven’t learned from the last two rooms. Please don’t judge me, love. We’re iced in until Tuesday. It’s Saturday morning. The entire family is home.…
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The Women Who Stayed
The coffee pot is on its last leg again. Which feels personal, honestly. I’m home from vacation but my body didn’t get the memo. My sleep schedule is wrecked, my skin is mad at the sun, my brain is already sprinting ahead to unpacking, work, homeschool rhythms, and getting everyone back into the shape of…
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Packing With a Neurodivergent Family Is a Contact Sport
Packing for a trip used to mean throwing clothes in a bag and hoping for the best. Now it feels like preparing a small group of highly specialized, emotionally volatile scientists for space travel. There are lists. There are backups to the lists. There are emergency backups to the backups. And there is TSA who,…
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The House After Everyone’s Asleep (Or So I Think)
I stay up late for the quiet. I tell myself it’s self-care. A sacred, silent retreat after the house finally exhales. Except Harper sleeps in my bed. And somehow, somehow, even asleep, she is still touching me. Her feet dig into my back like a nightly massage from hell. Not soothing. Not gentle. Just tiny heels…
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Unbothered, Not Unhinged
When I was in my twenties, there were women I quietly admired. They didn’t rush. They dressed for comfort, not approval. They said “no” without apologizing or offering a five-point explanation. They didn’t seem bothered by what other people thought of them and more importantly, they didn’t seem interested in finding out. They weren’t loud…
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The Women Who Survive
Grief does strange things. It sends you digging through memory, through stories, through the quiet corners of family conversations you never lingered in before. I was looking for Nanny. For pieces of her I hadn’t written down yet. For proof that she really was as strong as I remember. For comfort, if I’m honest. Somewhere…
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The Carousel Wouldn’t Stop
I was up at 2:07 a.m. to the kind of news you never forget. The room was dark, quiet, still and then suddenly it wasn’t. My nanny was gone. There are losses that take a piece of you, and there are losses that take a whole chapter. She was the woman who raised me to survive, to…
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Yikes, UPS, & the Elf With a Secret Baby
By the time Sunday rolled around, I wasn’t sure whether to laugh, cry, or stage a hostile takeover of VRBO and UPS simultaneously. We came to the cabin for peace. Rest. Family time. Marshmallows by the fire like a picture-perfect postcard. Instead, we landed inside a chaotic, backwoods reality show with plot twists nobody asked…
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Glitter Promotions, Jeep Surgery, SoulCycle Trauma, and a Lambrusco Crisis
Some Sundays are quiet. Peaceful. Restful. Mine… was none of those things. Mine came with cult promotions, mechanical chaos, toddler Christmas explosions, questionable online shopping decisions, and a wine emergency so dramatic it deserves its own documentary. Let’s begin at the top. Hailey’s Glitter Promotion (and My Cult Status Upgrade) Hailey officially became the JV Winter…
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Angry at a Corpse, Grateful for the Men Who Show Up, and Stirring Coffee With a Twizzler
Today I found myself mad at a dead man. Like, full-on “pacing the kitchen, muttering under my breath, sloshing my coffee around like it owed me money” mad. And the worst part? The man I’m mad at hasn’t been alive for years. What does that say about me? Probably that abandonment doesn’t magically resolve itself…
Crumbs and Chaos 