(Pull Up a Stool. This Won’t Take Long.) I started bartending at 20. At the same time, I was studying human behaviour in school, where I learned that humans are complex, emotional, and largely irrational creatures who believe they are making very reasonable choices. Then I would go to work and watch that theory sprint…
Deep in playoffs and another win for Ben, because why wouldn’t there be? At this point, his season feels less like a schedule and more like a greatest-hits album on repeat. Win after win after win. No notes. Just vibes. And maybe some sore legs. This weekend, however, was not a one-team affair. It was…
This is for the millennial era who survived low-rise skinny jeans.Not metaphorically. Anatomically. We lived through whale tails, butterfly clips, frosted eyeshadow, cargo pants with seventeen pockets and zero purpose, platform flip flops that hated our ankles, trucker hats, popped collars, and Abercrombie & Fitch stores that felt like a nightclub staffed by intimidatingly hot teenagers…
There is a very specific exhaustion that comes from scheduling your life in fifteen-minute blocks and still being late. It smells like rink air and sounds like dance music played one count too loud. It looks like a calendar, full of colour-coded messes (think toddler-style scribbling in ALL the colours) that has given up on…
Some people think success is measurable: likes, shares, reach. I’ve tried it that way. The truth? The best feedback I get doesn’t show up in analytics. ✨ It shows up in little, unmeasurable moments: After I stopped teaching dance, I expected my creativity to leave with it. But creativity doesn’t leave. It just pivots… same…
By the time Chris came along in October 2024, my life was already loud, busy, and held together by calendars, carpool agreements, and sheer force of will. Jaidyn was fifteen and fully in the era where the world is dictated by her schedule, her opinions, and the immediate emotional importance of whatever just happened. She…
My sister was born in 198- wait, it doesn’t matter. Which means she is technically aging.But spiritually frozen somewhere between a CD binder and a Backstreet Boys tour tee. We will not be discussing numbers.We will not be acknowledging candles.She exists. Aggressively well. She was there for every single one of my kids being born….
At some point in adulthood, usually right around the time your calendar fills up with school events, sports schedules and responsibilities multiply quietly, something uncomfortable becomes clear. You are the villain in someone else’s story. Not because you are cruel.Not because you are wrong.But because every story needs one. I’ve learned this doesn’t just happen…
If you’ve been here a while, you already know G. This is the same kid who once decorated a gingerbread man with cheese sauce and tortilla chips and stood back like a misunderstood artist waiting for his work to be appreciated. The same kid who has always lived in that delicate space between future CEO and person who…
2025 wasn’t measured in days. It was measured in milestones, growth spurts, emotional whiplash, and how many snacks I bought that were apparently still the wrong snacks. It was the year Jai turned 16.My daughter. Sixteen. Which feels fake. Taller, wiser, funnier, and somehow both fiercely independent and still very much my girl. It was…