Figuring shit out.
If you don't have kids this post might weird you out a little bit because, well, you might not be familiar with the peculiar intimacy of parenthood. But, you don't need kids to laugh at us idiots who have them and are perpetually creeped out by how weird are our own offspring. I used to…
I started bullet journaling (mine is not this put together) a while ago because it's really great for self-care, keeps me organized, and as a writer allows me to keep notes of every weird thing that anyone says in my vicinity ever (my friends hate this about me). But I've had a hard time using my…
Continue reading ➞ Mochi Things: The Best Way to Bullet Journal and Save Your Sanity
So, let's start off by announcing that I'm pregnant (and terrified! Have you seen the birthing videos?!). How did this happen? Mostly sex. Was it on purpose? It wasn't not on purpose but was still a surprise. A few months ago, I was sitting in a restaurant in Brooklyn with my longtime best friend talking…
Daily, my husband and I have at least one argument about his inability to find stuff. Usually, he wanders through the house as though he's never been there before, eyes wide, scratching his head, yelling, "Babe! BABE!" It's about this time that I decide to take a shower or walk the dog or pretend to…
Continue reading ➞ Fighting with My Husband About Finding Shit
I wouldn't say that I regret any of my adult decisions because my choices made me who I am and I'm pretty okay with myself. With that being said, things could have been a little easier and sometimes I fantasize about what I'd say to younger me if I could go back in time. I…
Continue reading ➞ 19 Things I Wish I Could Go Back in Time to Tell My Younger Self
After suffering from chronic depression, unbearable anxiety, and panic last year that lead to an all-out mental breakdown, I've been on the long, hard road to recovery. I've had good days and bad, perfect weeks and weeks of relapse where I slip backward, but all in all, I've been on the mend one act of…
Continue reading ➞ Self-Care Lessons I Wish I’d Known Before my Breakdown
There are two basic skills that I'm inexplicably terrible at: walking and swallowing. Nine times out of ten, if I'm drinking something, I choke on it. And I fall down no less than 9 times on any given day. The other morning, I took Oliver for a walk. I crossed the street and started down…
If our poodle, Oliver, was a human child, he'd be the one with the big bottle glasses, standing in the lunch line listing off his allergies to the exhausted lunch ladies. He's adorable. But, his hair is tangled even though we brush it and take him to the groomer, he kind of smells like pee…
Sometimes, my brain is a real asshole and seems to hate me. I've had anxious episodes a few times in my life. I suffer from low-grade depression, not always, but often. I've had a few panic attacks throughout my life. Lately, it's been bad. About four months ago I went out for drinks with colleagues…
Continue reading ➞ I Could Outrun A Tiger: Panic And Anxiety
