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When I was 14…
I was 14, fresh into ninth grade, and already in my second identity crisis. We’d moved from Washington to California right after elementary school, so at 11, I got the double-whammy of being the new kid and hitting puberty at the same time. Truly living the dream. In California, I was the girl from Washington,…
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Let’s talk a little bit about grief and what makes us sad.
Usually, I’m a smartass. My Nana used to call me a “smarty-pants,” and I’ve been labeled a wiseacre more times than I can count. Sarcasm is kind of my love language. But tonight? Yeah, no. None of that’s landing. Tonight I feel grief. Sadness. Shame. Frustration. Impatience. I want instant gratification and answers and maybe…
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Yes – I’m looking at you Roman Catholic Church.
RANT MODE: ENGAGED. FULL STEAM AHEAD. Yes – I’m looking at you Roman Catholic Church. 😡 Let’s talk about this absolute dumpster fire of a headline that made me throw my phone across the room, pick it back up, and scream into the void: “Catholic Church to Excommunicate Priests for Following Mandatory Reporting Laws.” https://www.newsweek.com/catholic-church-excommunicate-priests-following-new-us-state-law-2069039…
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The Night Heaven Went Bowling
⚡️⛈️⚡️ Portland’s non-storm – storm reminded me of a late spring or early summer storm that rumbled through the Seattle region when I was probably eight years old- and I’m sharing this story with you through my eight-year-old eyes. Circa – 1971 The Night Heaven Went Bowling(or that time the sky got dramatic and Mom…
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Nothing lasts anymore not even envelopes!
I am really annoyed—like seriously, seriously annoyed. Can we talk about envelopes for a hot minute? What the actual hell is going on in the world? I mail a lot of letters. Typed, handwritten, love letters, rants (like this one), complaints, existential crises—you name it. And for years, I’ve done so using the noble, time-honored…
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Well, I’m Back! But Where Have I Been?
Oh, hey there! Remember me? No? That’s fair—I barely remember me either. So, here’s the thing about having ADHD: when I get an idea, I’m gung-ho. Not just regular gung-ho, but hyper-focused, all-in, let’s-organize-everything, color-code-it, buy-supplies-for-it kind of gung-ho. And then? Well… then a shiny, sparkly squirrel scampers into my peripheral vision, and suddenly, I’m…
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The Lost Art of Kindness (And Why We Need It More Than Ever)
Let’s talk about kindness. And no, not the cutesy, rainbow-laden, “sprinkle that stuff everywhere like confetti” kind of kindness. I mean real, intentional, everyday kindness—the kind that requires effort, self-awareness, and sometimes, biting your tongue so hard you taste a little blood. Because, my friends, we are in a kindness drought. A full-blown, barren, cracked-earth,…
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How Are We Supposed to Survive the Next Four Years of This Orange Haired Cheeto Weasel?
Let’s talk about the giant orange-haired elephant in the room. You know who I mean. The self-proclaimed genius who consistently makes bad choices, poor choices, dumb choices, and, most dangerously, destructive choices. If you’re brown, not Christian, or not rich, it’s crystal clear: he doesn’t want you here. The United States under he who shall…
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I’m all about protecting my peace these days…
I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older, or maybe it’s the way the world is these days—politically, socially, or otherwise—but I’ve come to a realization: I have no patience left for unkind, pretentious, self-centered, or entitled behavior. My tolerance for passive-aggressiveness, unthinking cruelty, or just plain negativity has run out. And I have…