Outfit Planning: The Daily Teen Girl Summit (AKA How I Lost My Sanity to Vibe Wars”) Raising a teen daughter in 2025 means I live in a world where outfits aren’t just clothes—they’re full-on strategic operations that require hours of preparation, negotiation, and multiple video calls. And no, I’m not exaggerating. Remember when picking an… Continue reading ‘fit planning
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Small Fry
My little shout-out to the Seahawk Hype Girl There are days when you blink and see your baby again. And then there are days-like today- when you blink and you see a whole woman rising. 1 full day, and 2, 1/2 days left of Middle School. Natalie just turned 14, May 17th to be exact,… Continue reading Small Fry
Phone Battery Anxiety
“My Teen’s Phone Battery Is at 19%—Please Respect Our Privacy During This Difficult Time” By a Mom Who Charges Her Own Phone Constantly Like a Grown-Up Ah, summer—the glorious season of sunburns, overpriced slushies, and those endlessly long days. Or, as we call it in sunny Myrtle Beach: nine million degrees of pure sweat with… Continue reading Phone Battery Anxiety
Sunday Scaries…
but Make It Suspicious: Atlantic Bike Week Aftermath This morning, by 8am, Facebook was on fire with posts claiming that a concert in North Myrtle Beach turned into an all-out brawl—10 people sent to the hospital, “mass casualties,” people urging folks to stay inside, lock doors, light candles, say a prayer. Basically, Myrtle Beach was… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Which Bike Week Is It?
“And Why Is That Guy in Assless Chaps Eating Funnel Cake?” If you’ve ever found yourself stuck in traffic behind a man wearing a Confederate flag do-rag on a trike while eating a turkey leg, congratulations—you’ve survived a Myrtle Beach Bike Week. Maybe. There are three of them. And unless you’re fluent in engine noises… Continue reading Which Bike Week Is It?
“So…My Childhood…
Got Wiped Like a Bad Hard Drive” Let me tell you something I wouldn’t wish on anyone: trying to remember who the hell you were when your whole childhood is floating around in some cosmic junk drawer. I lost my dad when I was 9. He was 57. I lost my mom when I was… Continue reading “So…My Childhood…
Back at It – Again
(And Again, And Again) Tobin starts chemo again this Wednesday. Five weeks off sounded like a gift on paper. A little stretch of borrowed time. A break from the drip of poison, the sterile rooms, the endless appointments that crowd the calendar and our minds. But in real life, it went by in a blur—fast,… Continue reading Back at It – Again
The Gold Hoop Diaries: Chapter 40
40 Is Not the Beginning of the End—It’s the Start of Something Real We’re not late. We’re just arriving. Somewhere along the way, we were sold a lie. That by 30, you should have it all figured out:Degree? Earned (and still paying it off).Marriage? Secured—with your forever person, obviously.Kids? Already here or coming soon.Career? Thriving.Home?… Continue reading The Gold Hoop Diaries: Chapter 40
My Jersey Sister in Gold.
To J — My Sister, My Sanity, My Ride-or-Die Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t do mushy. But for you? I’ll allow it. Once. So buckle up. J has been my best friend for about three years now, but somehow it feels like she’s been stuck to me for a lifetime — in the… Continue reading My Jersey Sister in Gold.
The Gold Hoop
My little piece of gold armor. There’s something about a pair of gold hoops that makes me feel like me—bold, grounded, and just a little untouchable. They’re not just an accessory. They’re a ritual. A reminder. A quiet defiance. I’ve worn them when I felt powerful and magnetic, walking into rooms like I owned the… Continue reading The Gold Hoop