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A word on Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day has never been my favorite performance. While my husband remembers every Hallmark holiday, I prefer love unscheduled, shown in daily rituals, not dictated by a calendar square. From Cupid costumes to sushi dates and retro arcades, this is my honest (and slightly sarcastic) word on Valentine’s Day. Continue reading
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Highly charged
Winter static cling turns sewing into chaos, hair into a statement, and every kiss into a science experiment. A sarcastic, self-aware essay about fabric that commits, dogs that get shocked, and the quiet life lesson hiding in a season that leaves everything highly charged. Continue reading
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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
The Creative Quill 