Who acts certain ways around certain people to better fit their narrative about us? Who dials down their personalities to seem more “go with the flow” or “chill”? Who makes sure their posts and pics on the socials are *muah* chef-kiss perfection before clicking it out there into the universe? …

This week, I got cancelled on. It was one of those things where I didn’t know the person very well. For a long time, yes. Very well? No. It was one of those things that should have been pretty benign. Something came up. Shit happens. And it was one of…

“I’ll never be as cool as ________” “Who do I think I am expecting to get what I want when I have awful luck” “Ugh I just tripped over my own feet and everybody saw. I am a loser” Sound familiar? That internal monologue that never shuts up. The private…

So I usually write about some existential shit where I make it all about us as humans, but this one’s at least starting with all about me. …

Something that I was hoping would come out of the pandemic: the realization by humanity that we’re all being dicks to one another and since nobody themselves enjoys being treated badly, maybe it’s time to stop being dicks. Something I’ve realized: no human likes being treated badly, but we all…

So. My original plan was to blog about how good health is systemic and different ways we could employ good health and blah blah blah. Then the SCOTUS Roe V Wade Overturn leak came. You know the one. Yeah, the one where they basically will maybe probably decide we females…

I went down some weird rabbit hole this week. It all started when I was explaining to someone in my life how I felt about a certain thing, and their reply showcased all the ways how my actual legitimate feelings on the topic were incorrect. Because you know, there was…

I’ve been feeling emotionally icky lately. Weird, huh? I mean, I’m a hardcore meditator. I do yoga every single day. I eat super-clean…hell I’m 51 years old with 6-pack abs. I should have rainbows shooting out of my ass, right? Why the icky? Why do we have moments when we…