Okay ladies, let’s get real. Last Thursday night, I found myself staring at my phone screen like a medieval peasant deciphering ancient runes. Why? Because a guy I’d been texting for weeks sent:…
Read moreOkay, confession time: Last Tuesday, I found my 8-year-old negotiating with Alexa about why she shouldn’t have to eat broccoli. Not me. Not her dad. Alexa. 💀 That’s when it hit me –…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real. 💁♀️ I nearly spit out my oat milk latte last week when my yoga buddy asked, “Don’t you wish your husband was your best friend?” Cue record scratch. Friend?…
Read moreLet me start with a confession: I used to screen-shot every vaguely flirtatious text and dissect it with my girls like we were solving Cold War espionage codes. 😂 Then one rainy Tuesday,…
Read moreOkay, let’s get real for a sec. 🫣 When my best friend first suggested “minimalist living,” I pictured one of those creepy all-white apartments where you’re scared to sit down. You know –…
Read moreLook, I’ll admit it – I didn’t crawl onto a yoga mat seeking enlightenment. I showed up because my lower back screamed louder than my Spotify playlist after eight hours of laptop hunching….
Read moreOkay, real talk: did anyone else used to stand in front of their closet at 7 AM muttering “I have nothing to wear” while surrounded by clothes? 🙋♀️ Raise your hand if you’ve…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real over our imaginary lattes ☕. Three years ago, I nearly filed divorce papers because my husband used my $48 French face cream as FOOT LOTION. 💀 While I…
Read moreOkay babes, grab your matcha latte and let’s get real. So there I was last Tuesday, sitting cross-legged on my yoga mat (read: Target bath mat I pretend is chic) when my bestie…
Read moreOkay, real talk: who else just googled “how to keep tiny humans alive” yesterday? 🙋♀️ Between diaper blowouts and 3 AM existential crises about screen time, I’ve decided parenting is just adult life…
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