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The Big Catch-Up: Six Months, Three Businesses, One Teen, One Great Love, One Move, and Somehow We’re Still Standing

If you’re new here: hi, I’m Deb — born and raised in Massachusetts, which means I talk fast, I drive faster, and I have strong feelings about Dunks. Welcome to the circus. If you’ve been here since the beginning: God bless you. I don’t know why you stayed, but I’m wicked glad you did. It’s… Continue reading The Big Catch-Up: Six Months, Three Businesses, One Teen, One Great Love, One Move, and Somehow We’re Still Standing

Weather Whiplash and Goose Parade

It’s mid-January in Myrtle Beach, it’s 75° out, the pollen is already trying to assassinate us, and my new neighborhood apparently comes with free-range geese as part of the HOA package. Yes, geese. Canadian, at that. Just casually strolling around the cul-de-sac like they pay property taxes and have appointments to get to. And listen… Continue reading Weather Whiplash and Goose Parade

POV: The Mean Mom

(Apparently) aka the woman who ruins teenage lives by saying “no” Let me set the scene: I’m standing in my kitchen, sipping lukewarm coffee that’s been microwaved twice and still somehow tastes like regret. My 14-year-old daughter is in the other room, moping. Why? Because I committed a crime against humanity—I said “no.” No, you… Continue reading POV: The Mean Mom

Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom

We survived on freeze pops, SPF 4, and pure adrenaline. Let the good times roll. There was something magical about a ’90s summer—the kind of magic that came without a price tag, a registration form, or a Pinterest board. Just freedom, dirt, and vibes. If you grew up in the ’80s or ’90s, you already… Continue reading Streetlights, Tang & the Sound of Freedom

Domestic Godess…sorta

The Only Button I Trust: A Microwave Manifesto —from the Domestic Goddess Who Definitely Just Burned Her Soup Listen. I don’t know who designed the modern microwave control panel, but I can only assume it was a bored NASA engineer on his day off. There are buttons labeled defrost by weight, power level, sensor reheat,… Continue reading Domestic Godess…sorta

I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.

IYKYK… The bra coming off is not just a physical act. It’s a declaration. It’s the moment the day is officially over. The second that band unhooks, and the underwire drops to the floor like an exhausted soldier, so does my will to be a contributing member of society. You want me to go out… Continue reading I Can’t Go Out, I Already Took My Bra Off.

From Sectionals to Soulmates

Loving Him Through Stage 4 We met under fluorescent lights, now we live under a different kind of pressure—but love doesn’t crack. It wasn’t exactly a Nicholas Sparks moment—Ashley Furniture doesn’t lend itself to sweeping cinematic romance. Too much microfiber and mattress sales quota stress. But three years ago, I met this quiet man with… Continue reading From Sectionals to Soulmates

“No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby

“Teens, Money, and the Great Delusion” When I first put together the list of the 15 parts of the Teen Series “Generation Why Tho?” Manifestation was a topic. How our teens are out here whispering wishes to the moon and journaling like the Universe is Amazon Prime. But then I got to thinking? Manifestation with… Continue reading “No, I’m Not Poor. I Just Have Bills, Baby

Cereal Killers:

My Life in Seinfeld, Sugar, and Serial Murders Look, I’m not saying I’m a complicated person, even though I probably totally am, but if you looked at my Netflix history, bottom shelf of my pantry, and conversational references, you might assume I’m either a quirky sitcom side character or someone in desperate need of therapy.… Continue reading Cereal Killers: