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There Is No Family When a Tight End Is On The Line
Breaking News from the Prioriello-Wilson Family Fantasy Football League: draft-day chaos has spilled into the season. Sources confirm Mom is still drafting by name recognition, nieces are leading the trash talk leaderboard, and Thanksgiving dinner is already “questionable.” Analysts predict record trades, regrettable lineups, and zero family loyalty. Continue reading
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Oatmeal Mondays and Missing Shoes
Back-to-school mornings weren’t routines; they were combat drills. Shoes went missing like fugitives, socks sparked U.N.-level debates, oatmeal morphed into rainbow sludge, and extracurriculars felt like Dante’s eighth circle of hell. Looking back, it was exhausting, hilarious, and pure chaos. But it was our chaos, and somehow, we all managed to survive. Continue reading
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If Monday Had a Flavor, It Would Be Cough Syrup
Mondays have been cursed since the Babylonians named it after the Moon – chaos included. From medieval turnip markets to Victorian “Monday face,” history, psychology, and folklore all agree: Mondays are the worst. Science calls it contrast theory. I call it proof that the universe enjoys watching us suffer. Continue reading
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If There’s No Treasure Map, It’s Just a Trip to Costco
Goals are boring adult homework, while quests are where the real fun (and chaos) happens. Goals make you feel like a failure when things go sideways; quests expect the broken bridges, fire-breathing setbacks, and battles. Stop chasing goals and start living like a knight in shining armor. Continue reading
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Beach, Please – This Is Not the Reset I Ordered
Vacations promise rest, but reality often delivers chaos. I experimented with unplugging only to return buried under responsibilities, craving another break. Traveling with my husband and adult kids added love – and eye rolls – to the mix. True reset isn’t about beaches or schedules; it’s about permission to pause and breathe. Continue reading
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A World Without Money? Amazon Is Already Drafting My Obituary.
What if we ditched money entirely? David Arthur Johnston has lived that way for nearly 20 years, surviving on goodwill and grit. I’m fascinated—and terrified. Amazon would have me on a missing-persons list. Still, his radical choice makes me wonder how different life could be without price tags. Continue reading
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Screw Luck, I’m Running On Pure Spite and Sarcasm
Luck doesn’t just happen; it’s made – I think. Inspired by a substack article, I dive into how to “create luck” and if it’s even a thing. I tap into The Devil Wears Prada’s Andy Sachs journey. Is the magic related to chance? Or is it persistence, curiosity, and a hundred small risks from being… Continue reading
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Too Hot to Hustle
The fleeting magic of summer weekends. The kind that begs for a quiet escape under a shady tree with a good book and a riverside breeze. This is an ode to doing nothing well, reminding us all to slow down and savor life’s simple pleasures. Continue reading
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Hell Hath No Fury Like a Demon With a Desk Job
This blog post draws modern parallels to C.S. Lewis’s book The Screwtape Letters. I explore how subtle temptations, such as distraction, division, and putting on a moral show, are just as present today as they were in 1942. It examines how spiritual numbness thrives in the noise of 2025, and how awareness might be our… Continue reading
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Everything Is Fine, and Other Lies I Tell Myself
In a world overwhelmed by conflict, crisis, and chaos, I explore how to remain human without losing my composure. It’s not about fixing everything; it’s about refusing to go numb. Raw, reflective, and honest, it’s a reminder that showing up, even weary, is still an act of hope. Continue reading
The Creative Quill 