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 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?

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.

From a teenage fashion faux pas to a surprising source of connection across generations, this is story about belonging, growing up, and the unlikely power of shoes.

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.

Nine weddings. Zero fairytales. And enough plot twists to fill a Netflix series. Here’s an essay that reflects on a lifetime of bridal mishaps, near-misses, and why I’m finally happy to have a cocktail in hand — and no bouquet to catch.

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.