I Pick You.

“What is that a bug bite on your neck?” – my boss back in 2008. Um yeah. (no it’s not). “Stop biting and picking the skin next to your thumbs” – my manicurist, every time. OK. I’m coming clean, ever since I can remember,...

The transformation

Coming out of covid was rough. Mama packed on a shit ton of weight. Granted, it was a time when a weekly delivery of a case of rosé was essential. It was also a time when I fell in love with my now husband. We cooked, we ate, we drank, and we made silly TikToks, it...

Does my son hate me?

When my son was around eight, he started to get into football. He asked me what a touchback was and I came up with some ridiculous fucking answer like if the player didn’t touch the ball with two hands they have to give the ball back. Accepting my role as a dad,...