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.

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

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?

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I had no idea that when I decided to resurrect one of my mom's recipes, it would take a deli whisperer named Bruno to help me bring that tradition to life.

After my mother’s death, I thought I had heard it all — from awkward overshares to eyebrow critiques. This honest, funny, and deeply human essay explores the strange things people say during grief… and the legacy that matters most.

What started as a file purge turned into a rediscovery of my dad’s one-of-a-kind logic. Unpacking the mysteries of an old family phone book — and finding comfort tucked between the chaos.

In this Father’s Day essay, I try my best to honor the memory of a quiet, principled man who led with integrity and signed every card the same way: Love, Dad

From stubborn shrubs to family pride, I have a deeply ingrained resistance to asking for help, but here’s what finally convinced me to do otherwise.