There’s this scene in the now cult classic movie”Dirty Dancing” where Baby meets Johnny for the first time. Johnny is the resident hottie and rebel in this story (shocker, I mean, it’s Patrick Swayze in a muscle shirt and tight pants). We won’t discuss the feathered-hair-sorta-mullet. Anywhoo, Baby has this…

Not gonna lie, curiosity got the better of me recently and I downloaded an app that rhymes with, well, absolutely nothing. But, since I’m not in the habit of slandering businesses or products I’m going to refrain from naming them. But here’s a clue, they tout themselves as the “#1…

This is a blog I wrote in 2015, and one I’d like to revive, given Sinead’s recent passing because her life, her journey, and her music left an imprint on my heart. And because as a trauma survivor, her story feels so very personal. Here’s the original post: It’s 4:00…

“What if they don’t like me? What if I do my best and it’s not good enough? What if I put myself out there and get hurt?” “What if you’re reading this right now and thinking I don’t ask these questions? See? Anxiety can happen to anyone. Even yours truly…

We all have pivotal moments in our lives where we feel stunned into a new way of thinking and relating to the world. And if we’re lucky, we have more and more of these moments as we awaken. One such moment occurred for me the other day. A person I’d…

“What about me?” “You need?” I need!” “Nobody appreciates me!” “Look at everything I do for you and what do I get?! Nothing.” Does any of this sound familiar to you? If you grew up with an emotionally immature parent it might. And I hesitate to say “narcissistic parent” because…

I used to think happiness was this constant state of elation. I mean that’s what we’re told it is. When we’re happy according to the societal narrative we should be smiling. ALL. THE. TIME. Except, that’s a little grotesque, isn’t it? (I’m having clown flashbacks. Gimme a second. Ok. Deep…

I can’t get up. It’s dark o’clock. I’ve burrowed so deeply into my blankets that they feel a part of me. I need them. There’s no way I can leave them. And then I feel it, the cold air. I realize my hair is actually cold. The tip of my…

We put so much effort into dating, don’t we ladies? The plucking, shaving, waxing, shopping, makeup application, and the wondering. The wondering is the worst isn’t it? “What does ‘occasional drinker’ really mean? Does he really look like his profile pic? What if we have zero chemistry? I wonder why…