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  • Hot Sauce in My Coffee and Other Signs It Was Saturday

    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.…

  • Packing Away What Still Holds Her

    Packing Away What Still Holds Her

    This week we took down Christmas. That sentence sounds simple. It isn’t. We’re the house with fourteen trees. Every room has a theme. Every corner holds a decision someone once said yes to. It’s joyful chaos while it’s up and a marathon when it comes down. But the part I always linger over is the…

  • The Year I Lost a Lot and Found Myself Anyway

    The Year I Lost a Lot and Found Myself Anyway

    f This is my last Tuesday post of the year, and it’s longer than usual. Not because I couldn’t edit myself. Because some years don’t deserve to be wrapped up neatly. Loss Came First This year took things from me. It took my Nanny, the woman who loved me before I knew how to love myself.…

  • The Things We Forget (On Purpose)

    The Things We Forget (On Purpose)

    Yesterday I read The Sleigh That Took My Sister at Barnes & Noble, signed books, hugged babies, smiled till my cheeks hurt… and then immediately came home and started decorating for Christmas like the North Pole had sent me a personal email saying I was behind. Now it’s 4:30 a.m., and I’m awake again, trying to get…

  • The Day the Wi-Fi Died: A Modern Apocalypse

    The Day the Wi-Fi Died: A Modern Apocalypse

    It started like any other morning…until the internet went out. Suddenly, the house fell eerily silent, except for the faint hum of smart appliances realizing they were no longer smart. The fridge blinked in confusion, the coffee pot refused to brew, and the washer sat frozen mid-cycle like it had lost the will to live. The…

  • The S House

    The S House

    Every kid knows that house. The one with no food in the fridge. The one with parents screaming behind closed doors. The one you run from instead of to. And every neighborhood has the other house too. The one where kids wander in without knocking. Where the pantry magically stretches to feed whoever’s at the table.…