At least once a week, I think about that meme of the dog sitting in a burning room saying, ‘This is fine.’ Turns out, layoffs feel a lot like that.

A hospice goodbye, a broken TV, and a poorly timed question about the book Because of Winn-Dixie—how love, loss, and one pinky toe came together on the day my father-in-law died.

In 2024, my husband lost his father, and I discovered I’d been living with undiagnosed OCD. Marriage isn’t hard, but working on yourself is.

I quit social media to manage my anxiety and unexpectedly found healing in reality TV. In this post, I explore what Love Island taught me about my relationships, masculinity, and reclaiming joy without apology.