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Continue reading →: Nana, No MoreMy almost-three-year-old granddaughter knows exactly what she wants, exactly who to ask for it, and apparently exactly who Nana belongs to. Between daily negotiations, Barbie house requests, and yelling “A PEOPLE!” at strangers, life with Lani is never boring.
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Continue reading →: All of HerFor years, I thought growing meant leaving old versions of myself behind. Turns out, becoming who I am wasn’t about choosing one version—it was finally giving them all room to exist.
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Continue reading →: The Door My Father Held OpenEighteen years ago, my father held a door open for me. I didn’t know then how long my journey would be, but the lessons I learned on the other side stayed with me. This National Recovery Month, I’m reflecting on four years of sobriety, faith, gratitude, and what it means…
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Continue reading →: When Someone Messes With My RoutineMy morning routine got turned completely upside down—no full workout, no morning latte, and a meeting with the vampires. 🧛♀️🩸 Thankfully, Chris is along for moral support, and there are a few pretty good things waiting on the other side.
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Continue reading →: I Didn’t Give Up Good Food. I Just Got Creative.A health scare changed the way I looked at food, but it didn’t mean giving up everything I loved. From low-carb swaps and homemade takeout to becoming my own barista, I learned that sometimes you don’t have to go without—you just have to get a little creative.
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Continue reading →: Don’t Call It Basic. It’s Hood BougiePumpkin spice, flannels, Halloween decorations and boots that look like Wookiees on my feet. Call it basic if you want—I call it hood bougie.
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Continue reading →: Tell Them You’re Proud of ThemSometimes four simple words—“I’m proud of you”—can mean everything. Real support doesn’t need an audience. It shows up when nobody else is watching.
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Continue reading →: Apparently, This Is the Good StuffMaybe a good life isn’t one big, spectacular thing. Maybe it’s a whole bunch of little things we almost forget to notice—the coffee, the laughter, the phone calls, and the perfectly ordinary moments that turn out to be the good stuff.
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Continue reading →: The Many Faces of Tim CurryTim Curry had been part of my movie memories since I was a kid—I just didn’t realize all those wildly different characters were the same man. From Wadsworth and Darkness to Pennywise and Frank-N-Furter, each one left a completely different impression. This isn’t a sad goodbye. It’s a celebration of…
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Continue reading →: Grieving Someone Who Never Knew My NameYesterday, I cried over someone who didn’t know I existed. Dolly Parton’s passing made me think about why we grieve people we’ve never met—and why knowing someone personally isn’t a requirement for their life to have meant something to ours.
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