It’s in these moments, and on days like today, where I force myself to face myself and find out what I’m made of.
I’m Weary From Writing About My Divorce
A day in the life of the divorcee.
A day in the life of the divorcee.
An Open Letter to the Guy Who Shamed Me on YouTube for My Bachelorette Party Fifteen Years Ago
Why are you such a disrespectful womanizing jerk?
Why are you such a disrespectful womanizing jerk?
An Open Letter to the Woman Who Cut in Front of Me at In-N-Out Burger
Some people just don’t care. And nothing I do will make them considerate all of a sudden.
Some people just don’t care. And nothing I do will make them considerate all of a sudden.
Paying It Forward — With a Smile, Fries, and a Shake.
It made me feel really good that I made that much of a difference in his day for him to write me and tell me about it.
It made me feel really good that I made that much of a difference in his day for him to write me and tell me about it.
Peace Be With You
Do you see signs from the afterlife?
Do you see signs from the afterlife?
An Open Letter to My Ex-Mother-in-Law
Your son is an asshole — but I will always love you and your family until the end of time.
Your son is an asshole — but I will always love you and your family until the end of time.
Just Eat the Whole F*cking Muffin!
A reminder to eat mindfully and enjoy life’s simple pleasures simultaneously.
A reminder to eat mindfully and enjoy life’s simple pleasures simultaneously.
An Open Letter to the Man I Married (And to the Man I Divorced) On Our Last Day as a Married Couple
I love you, i’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, and f*ck you.
I love you, i’m sorry, please forgive me, thank you, and f*ck you.
Relaunched
A story about coming home to myself.
A story about coming home to myself.
An Open Letter to Past, Present, and Future Me — Give or Take Forty Pounds
From fit to fat to fit.
From fit to fat to fit.
Claiming Space in the Most Unexpected Place
Resistance is futile.
Resistance is futile.
Wizardly Tales From the Wooden Chest: Journal Entries From My Past Life and the Lessons I Learned Many Years Later
Motherhood has worn me down to the bone.
Motherhood has worn me down to the bone.
The Color Mom-ster
A story about a divorced mom’s dysregulated emotions.
A story about a divorced mom’s dysregulated emotions.
Do You Want To Put Your Friendship to the Ultimate Test?
Lend them 5k.
Lend them 5k.
An Open Letter to My ‘Friends’ Who Sided With My Abusive Ex
I don’t know what he told you. And, frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.
I don’t know what he told you. And, frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.