Years ago, I started marking each year of my life, answering the same set of questions each birthday to help me measure moments. Here are the last 365.25 days: it does take a little work to look this medium, though.... Continue Reading →
the one where a stranger comes into my house and i have to get through it.
https://open.spotify.com/episode/2008ayojCZnUP9xYcrrNIF?si=Om2FEfPiS5aNbQaumCpcZQ Living in and traveling through my fair share of interesting places over the last few years, I'm used to waking up due to unexpected reasons. Fireworks and a mariachi band for a birthday at 4am, dog fights, cat fights,... Continue Reading →
. . . your younger siblings start getting married and/or having babies and you’re single in your 40ies?? You enjoy it. Because you are happy for them and not a petty problem who makes everything about you. The end! Lol,... Continue Reading →
The author's summer was spent nannying her five-month-old niece, Mazie, offering her a chance to embrace the role of "Super Auntie." Despite initial anxieties about caregiving, she found joy in their time together, highlighting that being an aunt fulfilled her emotional needs without the desire for motherhood. She emphasizes that it’s acceptable for women to choose a life without children, advocating for supportive networks and celebrating non-traditional paths.
....I would always get past those blues, stop playing that dumb game, and I have been known to throw a shenan and then a shenanigan. So here’s my actual advice about how to celebrate your birthday in your forties...
surviving the first day of teaching in 2025! only cried once! I (40SWF) on a Friday night, finished a paper for my Masters program, dusted, was accosted by my creepy landlord’s husband (they live downstairs and he creeps on me... Continue Reading →
me and bestie Everyone has a morning ritual. In this long six-week summer between teaching jobs, I’ve cozied into very different morning routines than from when I’m teaching. Those were usually "AH!/Coffee/get dressed/teeth/out door/try to not forget anything/forget something/AH!" mornings. But... Continue Reading →
rachel, christmas 1985 the philosopher ferris bueller once said - life moves pretty fast. i can/can't believe i'm sitting here at my parents house, puppies warming my feet, rain on the tin roof, a drink poured but no makeup and... Continue Reading →
When you’re almost forty, sometimes it feels weird explaining the branches where your family tree split as a child and why you are posting pictures with gorgeous young men while hiking in exotic locations (if only because I get questions... Continue Reading →
The one where I realize I am a bit of an asshole. In which I arrange for an "end of the year" staff photo, and arrive late. https://open.spotify.com/episode/7zmfKHWI1eZEs1t8UKpqL2?si=e56412885d464dd4 You might know the thread on Reddit (a popular online forum for... Continue Reading →
Press play. Simply to see something different than the 150 square feet of studio I call home, I booked a hotel. I wanted to soak in a bubble bath and order room service and wear nothing but a robe for... Continue Reading →
Sunglasses Always Fit 