TOP SHENANIGANS…

It didn’t start with a margarita, but it probably should have. Three and a half years ago, I found myself sitting in the ruins of a life...

Easter hit different this year. Not in the soft, pastel, everything-is-beautiful kind of way. More like… everything looks put together, but underneath it feels like it’s quietly unraveling. I’m almost four months post back surgery. I had that moment—you know the one— where you think, okay, I made it. I’m getting my life back. And then I didn’t. One bad physical therapy session. One thing that was supposed to help me heal… didn’t. And ever since, it’s felt like I’ve been slid

We talk about romantic breakups like they’re the only kind of heartbreak that counts. But the friendship breakup? The one nobody prepares you for? The one you knew was coming but somehow didn’t see at all? Yeah… those hit with the same sting as that middle school boyfriend who said “we’re better off as friends” and then never looked in your direction again. Nobody talks about how a friendship can fall apart without one big, dramatic explosion. Sometimes it’s two people slowly

Not everything feels thankful this year, but grace? Grace is carrying me through. Here’s your reminder to give yourself some too.

I bought a new (to me) car on Friday — and I was so excited. Nothing was really wrong with my old one, except it had high miles, no warranty, and I drive a ton for work and life in general. So when I found a newer car that fit the budget, I jumped on it. I even made the fun Facebook post — the “look how far I’ve come” kind of moment. Almost four years ago, I was broken. In pain. Struggling just to get that first car. Now? Healed-ish. Less pain. Happier. Getting the new car fe

So here’s the gut punch… My 20-year marriage ended because my husband simply didn’t want me anymore. Twenty years. Just… done. That kind...

Today’s my birthday. And normally, birthdays are my Super Bowl. I love them — the cake, the attention, the excuse to demand gifts wrapped...