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Category: Thursday Truth

  • I Am One Minor Inconvenience Away From Becoming a Cryptid

    I Am One Minor Inconvenience Away From Becoming a Cryptid

    I would like to preface this by saying I am trying. I am hydrated. I have eaten protein. I have breathed deeply through situations that legally qualify as “a lot.” And yet I remain one minor inconvenience away from becoming something people warn their children about. Not a breakdown. A transformation. The kind where neighbors say things like,…

  • The Tooth Fairy Died in This House

    The Tooth Fairy Died in This House

    Everyone was sick. (Magically not me but doctors will study this mom phenomenon one day) Not emergency-room sick. Not dramatic sick. Just that low-grade, coughy, fever-adjacent sickness that turns bedtime into a hostage negotiation and guarantees no one sleeps but everyone lies about it. By 8:30 p.m., I had administered meds, water, prayers, and threats…

  • A Series of Unfortunate Events

    A Series of Unfortunate Events

    It’s been one of those stretches of time where nothing catastrophic happens… but everything hurts a little, something breaks daily, and the universe keeps clearing its throat like it has notes. It started with the backyard. I was cleaning, being productive, pretending I’m the kind of person who flips a hammock without consequences. When I…

  • It Has Been Over a Week and I Am No Longer a Person

    It Has Been Over a Week and I Am No Longer a Person

    No school since Friday. At first you think, This could be cozy.You light a candle.You wear socks you normally reserve for emotional emergencies.You tell yourself, We’ll make memories. That was a lie you told yourself while you still had caffeine and hope. It has now been over a week. The house is full.Not “full” like laughter and connection.Full like a…

  • I Love Coffee. The Ninja Did Me Dirty.

    I Love Coffee. The Ninja Did Me Dirty.

    I love coffee. Not caffeine. Coffee. Decaf? Love her. Flavored? Bring it. Single-origin, grocery store brand, seasonal nonsense with notes of “oak and regret”? I’m in. I get childlike joy out of trying new coffee brands and flavors. I believe deeply that a good coffee pot matters. It’s not a luxury. It’s infrastructure. So last Mother’s Day,…

  • Airliner Coffee, Biscotti Crumbs, and the Great Airport Migration

    Airliner Coffee, Biscotti Crumbs, and the Great Airport Migration

    Airliner coffee tastes like regret. Not fresh regret. Like regret that’s been reheated at 30,000 feet and poured into a paper cup that says enjoy your journey while laughing quietly at you. I’m holding that coffee like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My tray table is covered in biscotti crumbs  the kind that cling to your clothes…

  • I Tried Not Nagging. This Is What Happened.

    I Tried Not Nagging. This Is What Happened.

    This year, I ran an experiment. Not a vision board. Not a cleanse. An experiment. I stopped managing my husband. Before anyone calls the authorities this wasn’t punishment. This was growth. He genuinely wants to help. He’s eager. He volunteers. He asks what he can do. So I handed over tasks. And then I did something radical.…

  • The Year I Broke My Oura Ring

    The Year I Broke My Oura Ring

    The Year I Broke My Oura Ring I love my Oura ring. Truly. I do. But it does not have Mom Mode. And it sure as hell doesn’t have Working Mom With Multiple Hustles and a Marriage Mode. This week alone, I’ve accumulated ten hours of sleep debt. That’s not a flex. That’s a cry for help with eyeliner on.…

  • The Magic Nobody Sees

    The Magic Nobody Sees

    Christmas morning smells like coffee that’s already cold and cinnamon rolls someone else will remember eating. The living room explodes in paper and joy and noise, and the kids glow like the whole world showed up just for them. They don’t see the weeks before this moment. They’re not supposed to. They don’t see the…

  • Georgia Has My Toilet and My Sanity

    Georgia Has My Toilet and My Sanity

    We decided to “remodel” this week. I use that term loosely. Like emotionally supportive, not legally binding. Both Kris and I do this for a living. I have a strong background in construction and renovations. Kris does exterior maintenance. Together, we’ve recently expanded our company from outside stuff to everything under the sun. Reconstruction. Turn-key. Ground-up. The whole HGTV…