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…
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…
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…
If your 20s are for making mistakes, your 30s are apparently for paying for them. At least that is what I learned the day I turned 30 and found myself a freshly minted solo mother of five small humans. Jai was 6, Kristian was 4, G was 3, and the twins were approximately four months…
Once upon a time, I had a little boy who loved trains and cars. We’d sit for hours watching Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen, and life was simple. Then, seemingly overnight, he traded train tracks and race tracks for trap beats and declared Kanye a “creative genius.” < insert creative *sigh* here. Now,…
This past year has been a season of transformation. Not the soft, gentle kind you read about in the self-help books (and we all know I own basically every single one of them)- but the real kind. You know… the kind that’s messy. The kind that hurts. The kind that rocks you to your core…