Mini Moment There I was, past midnight, scrolling through my phone while my toddler slurped a neon-colored pouch of “healthy” baby food. I paused mid-scroll—it hit me hard: I’m feeding my kid something processed while mentally beating myself up for being “that parent” who has no time to cook. Cue the silent gag reflex. 😅I…
One woman’s $40K gamble, a pharmacy aisle obsession, and the vitamin that sold out in four weeks flat. Look. I’m not saying I’ve cried in the shower over hair in the drain. But I’m also not not saying that. You know that specific kind of panic when you’re scrolling Instagram at 11 PM, everyone’s got that effortless…
So there I was, standing in the yoga pants aisle at Target on a random Tuesday, having what can only be described as a full-blown existential crisis. You know that feeling when you realize you’ve been “meaning to start yoga” for approximately 847 days straight? Yeah. That was me, clutching a pair of overpriced leggings,…
It was 2:47 AM when I realized I’d become that parent. You know the one. Hovering outside my 13-year-old’s bedroom door like some kind of budget FBI agent, wondering if I should just… take her phone while she sleeps. Check it. See what’s really happening in that digital world she disappears into for hours every day. I…
And by “people,” I mean a place that didn’t make me feel like an imposter with a mascara wand. The Confession I Didn’t Want to Make 😅 Here’s the thing nobody tells you about becoming an adult: at some point, you’re supposed to just know what foundation shade you are. You’re supposed to walk into those gleaming…
(Okay, not more than the bride. But close.) Here’s the thing about being an adult woman with taste: you’re supposed to know what shoes work. You’re supposed to have that one elegant pair that goes with everything, looks effortless, and whispers “I have my life together” even when your inbox is crying and your laundry…
It all started on a Tuesday, during the 4 pm slump. I was staring into my closet—a chaotic mess of floral dresses, sharp blazers, and boho skirts—and felt a familiar wave of anxiety. I had so many pieces, each representing a different version of me: the professional, the free spirit, the minimalist. The problem was,…
Here’s the thing: we’ve all been there. We buy the headphones that should make us feel like we’re in the front row of a concert—but more often we end up feeling like we’re stuck in the nose-bleed seats of a karaoke bar. Fuzzy mids, muddy bass, that one ear going silent at the worst possible…
(…and no, I’m not talking about alphabet-baby-names just yet.) I was in my kitchen at midnight — because of course, that’s when major life-revelations arrive. I found myself staring at a half-eaten granola bar, thinking: “When did I become someone Googling which prenatal vitamins don’t give fish burps?” 😅 My husband had just gone to…