If you could relive one day of your life, which would you choose? For my latest essay, I’m looking at why the "ordinary" days are actually the ones worth savoring.

Some presences don’t leave when they’re gone. They stay—quietly—becoming part of the landscape you carry with you. Twenty years ago, I started watching a great blue heron at the edge of a pond. I didn’t know then that he would teach me something about love, loss, and the quiet act of beginning again. This is a story about a bird. And also, not at all.

Today’s essay is about Helen—a woman who lived a "quiet" life that I, in my youthful arrogance, didn't appreciate. It’s a thank-you note to someone who is no longer here, and a reminder that the people we judge often have the most to teach us.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the "Power of Three" lately. Not the mythical kind, but the very real power of three women who have left a lasting impression on my heart. This essay is a small thank you to the "everyday goddesses" who deliver much more than just food and extra napkins. 🥯✨

I said goodbye to a beloved office companion this week: Penny the Pencil Sharpener, loyal steward of my 6Bs for nearly two decades. Her successor, Spike, has… opinions. And now, workplace morale is under review.

We’ve been calling Medusa a monster for centuries, but have we ever stopped to ask who actually committed the crime? It’s time to stop treating "the hero’s journey" as an excuse to turn women into footnotes. My new essay on Medusa, Poseidon, and the "divine" injustice of Mount Olympus is live. 🏛️⚡️ #JusticeForMedusa #MythologyLover #AncientGreece #NarrativeShift

To the woman on the track, I am Julia the Librarian. To Mr. Runway, I am the lady in the faded green "Tell your dog I said hi" sweatshirt. 🐶 My 4 a.m. gym tribe is a collection of mystery duffels, color-coordinated headbands, and genuine kindness. We aren't winning medals; we're just winning the day, one treadmill mile at a time. Read my latest essay on the 'Eye of the Tiger' (and the chai latte waiting at the finish line). 🐯✨

Lily was never just a pet. She was my duet partner. 🎶 A year later, the music has stopped, but the rhythm remains. My latest essay on love, loss, and a cat named Lily.

Years ago, I decided to trade the high-stakes world of banking for a career at SeaWorld. I arrived for my "audition" in a suit and heels, convinced that a degree in Theatre was basically the same thing as a Master’s in Marine Biology. I was wrong. Very, very wrong.

Apparently it’s gender-reveal meltdown season, and I have thoughts. About dads, daughters, expectations—and why pink confetti shouldn’t send a grown man into orbit. 🎀🔥

Apparently the afterlife comes with floral rivalries, penthouse suites, and décor competitions I did not sign up for. 💐⚰️ New essay about cemeteries, legacy, and learning to unclench—just a little.

Some people bring joy when they enter a room. Others bring… a word count. This one’s for anyone who’s ever survived coffee with an Extrovert With No Self-Awareness (EWNSA). ☕️😵‍💫

11.12.2025 When I bought my condo in 2012, it was clear the place had seen better days — flimsy curtains, faded carpeting, a pink bathroom sink, and wallpaper borders straight out of 1992. It had been maintained, but it hadn't been loved and cared for in a long time. Still, I saw potential. What I didn’t realize at the time was that the condo’s state mirrored my own. Recently divorced and forced to give up nearly all my possessions, I too felt faded around the edges — intact,

Some families pass down recipes. Others pass down drama. This essay is for everyone who’s ever survived the holidays by smiling through gritted teeth and counting the hours until they can take home some leftovers. 🍗 #humorwriting #holidayfamilydynamics #writingcommunity #blogessay

Change has a way of dimming what we hold dear — but sometimes, one small light keeps us going. This is a story about loss, legacy, and the neighbors who unknowingly help us find our way home. 🕯💛

So begins the process of blocking a show - ensuring each movement helps tell the story, while keeping the actors safe.

10.08.2025 Friendship, souvenirs, and a raccoon’s guide to home improvement. A few years ago, a friend of mine went on vacation. When they returned, they told me they had bought souvenirs for all their friends; however, they didn’t buy me anything because, in their words, “You already have everything.” I was caught off guard by their comment and didn’t know how to respond, so I said nothing. But the more I thought about it, the more it made me question our friendship—or wha

Text scams are reaching a new level of creativity. How deep into the convo do you get before you know it's scam?

Preparedness, it turns out, is less about surviving the weirdest stories and more about making sure you have small comforts and friends to call on when you need them.

A frequent topic of conversation among my boomer friends is what to do with all the things we’ve accumulated over a lifetime. Those with children or grandchildren worry that no one wants their belongings. Those without kids already see their treasures ending up in a dumpster. The generations that follow don't want these items either. What do we do with these items and the memories that go with them?