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The Dog Takes the Fall for Hurricane Husbandus
Fall cleaning exposed Frankenstein’s laundry lab and a linen closet ravaged by Hurricane Husbandus. My husband, naturally, blamed the dog. As I folded sheets and muttered newly created profanities, I wondered: would a tiny house or treehouse fix the chaos, or just trap me with stadium-volume sports, dog drama, and zero escape routes? Continue reading
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A Hill Worth Dying On – If You’re Made of Crap
Today proved that natural selection is on sabbatical, and humanity is out here strutting like stupidity is a superpower. Sarcasm abandoned me, common sense flatlined, and stupidity sashayed in sequins, waving like a pageant queen. By mid-morning, I was done. Tonight, I eat like a raccoon in a dumpster and call it coping. Tomorrow, the… Continue reading
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Slushies, Turf Wars, and Monkey’s Blood
From sticky cones to turf wars and even a murder or two, the history of ice cream trucks isn’t all sprinkles and smiles. Inspired by a deep dive into the industry’s wild past, here’s my take on why those tinny chimes still send me sprinting to the curb. Continue reading
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Toddler Carpools and Kidz Bop Taylor Swift
Another Sunday, another ulcer. The Bears lose, my neighbors think we’re killing each other, and I’m surviving on Tums and tequila like it’s a balanced diet. Forget new quarterbacks—Halas should cover therapy sessions and alcohol counseling for every fan still masochistic enough to watch. Continue reading
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The Feed Isn’t the World
: This week was proof that the internet never sleeps, but that doesn’t mean we have to stay up with it. We can scroll past the bitterness, face what matters, and still protect our peace. Quiet moments aren’t weakness, they’re survival. And sometimes survival looks like shutting it all off. Continue reading
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The Final Chapter: Lessons learned
From Target traps to Amazon boxes, I’ve realized it’s not just about shopping sprees, it’s about the patterns we repeat. Preparing for my daughter’s engagement party made me see it clearer: awareness beats willpower, exhaustion isn’t worth it, and sometimes the candle really is just therapy with a wick. Continue reading
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Add to Cart: My Gateway Drug
What starts as a quick Amazon search always spirals into absurdity: “frequently bought together” combos that make no sense, suggested items that test my willpower, and a cart full of things I’ll never actually buy. It’s less shopping and more a master class in temptation, chaos, and zero self-control. Continue reading
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The Target Trap
What starts as a simple Target run for shampoo and deodorant quickly unravels into a full-blown adventure: the misleading “Dollar” Spot, hypnotic endcaps, the siren call of office supplies, and an Ulta detour that ends with unexpected lip gloss. Proof that no one escapes Target unscathed, or under budget. Continue reading
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Tomatoes Don’t Belong in November
Mediterranean grandmothers don’t need wellness gurus; they’ve been outsmarting diet trends for generations. From turning scraps into feasts to laughing through kitchen chaos, their secret recipe for longevity isn’t kale smoothies or pricey supplements. It’s simpler: waste less, eat with the seasons, share everything, and always leave room for a nap. Continue reading
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E = mc² + Dad = The Theory of Dad-ativity
Albert Einstein wasn’t only the father of relativity, he was a father in the most human sense. In a 1915 letter to his son, he revealed that the true key to learning isn’t pressure or perfection, but joy: doing something you love so much that time seems to disappear. Continue reading
The Creative Quill 