I honestly can only remember two things about Mother’s Day weekend. Saturday I went into the city to hang out with Grace. It was a beautiful warm and sunny day. We had lunch at this place called Little Bad Wolf which was delicious, then walked around, explored, and shopped. It was a really great day.…

I was not expecting the response I got. You all made me blush and feel uncomfortable. Thank you. Kevin, my brother-in-law, a partner and chief creative director at probably one of the number one ad agencies in the world, read the blog and texted me to say it’s fantastic and that I’m a good writer.…

I’ve been having a conversation with myself lately. It started because I’ve been thinking about going public with this blog. Really public. Not just quietly existing out there on the internet hoping nobody finds it, but actually putting it out there intentionally. Sharing it. Letting people in. And I keep stopping myself. Here’s the thing…

It’s been one of those weeks and it’s only Tuesday. Sunday evening my dad fell while out walking George. Couldn’t get himself up. Kathy tracked him down after he’d been gone too long and called me to come help. By the time I got there, the fire marshal who lives in their neighborhood had already…

Thursday morning started chaotic before it even got going. I made it back to Pilates which, progress but left without my water bottle, forgot to put my Apple Watch on, and was generally running on fumes but I made it through . On the drive home I checked my phone at a stoplight and saw…

I just realized I haven’t written anything here since January. That feels wrong. But also accurate. It’s not that nothing was happening. It’s that everything was happening — and I didn’t have the space or energy or honestly the desire to sit down and put words to it. Life didn’t pause. I just stopped narrating…

I couldn’t remember where I left off, so I went back and reread the post about my dad’s birthday. We did have a nice evening out — even though I’m pretty sure he was onto me ordering him virgin drinks. Shortly after that, the bottom dropped out for me. Whatever upper respiratory thing I was…

And it feels like this might be the last normal one. The five of us — Matt, Grace, Kathy, Dad, and me — are going out to dinner tonight. I’ve been fighting some upper respiratory bullshit for the past few days, trying to hold it together long enough to make it through the evening. I’m…

This blog started because I needed somewhere to put things. Not to teach. Not to inspire. Not to brand myself. Just to survive my own head. If you’ve read the last 41 entries, you already know this isn’t a highlight reel. It’s a running log of grief, exhaustion, dark humor, tenderness, medical appointments, family chaos,…

A few months ago I started listening to Hidden Brain. Not because I was trying to reinvent myself or do the work — I’ve been doing the work against my will for about five years now — but because I needed something steady in my ears that didn’t involve murder, cults, or politics. It started…