
A forgotten jar of mayonnaise at the back of the fridge becomes an unlikely muse. Equal parts absurd and existential, this tongue-in-cheek reflection turns sour condiments into symbols of aging, nostalgia, and invisibility, with a side of dark humor. Proof that even expired mayo has something to teach us. Continue reading

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