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A Rare Mom Victory (And I’m Taking It)
Today felt like one of those rare days where the universe throws you a small parade… and only you realize it’s happening. My son got accepted into the college he wanted. The program he wanted. Not the backup plan. Not the “well, maybe this will work.” The one he actually hoped for. And if you’re…
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The Week Motherhood Gave Me Back
Nothing dramatic happened this week. No vacations. No breakthroughs. No perfectly aesthetic moments worth photographing. But something in me reset. It wasn’t rest that did it. It was remembering. This was the kind of week where motherhood didn’t ask for more of me. It gave something back. It started with my teenage daughter the one…
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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,…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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,…
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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…
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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.…
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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.…
Crumbs and Chaos 