Category: Adventurer
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Emotions Are Messengers, Not Masters
Universal Secret Number One: Feelings Aren’t Facts But They’re Still Worth Listening To Emotions are like those little notification bubbles on your phone. You know, the ones that pop up and say, “Hey, something’s happening!” But they don’t always tell the whole story. Sometimes they’re just like, “You’re tired,” or “You’re hungry,” or “You haven’t…
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Life, the Universe, and Everything
(And Other Casual Topics) Okay, so here’s the deal: I don’t have it all figured out. Not even close. But lately, I’ve been collecting these little truths — scraps of wisdom, hard-earned lessons, things I’ve tripped over and gone, “Ohhh… that’s what that means.” And the more I gather them, the more I realize they’re…
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Other Mommy, Stay Out
I just finished Incidents Around the House by Josh Malerman and I feel like I need to sit in a well-lit room and snuggle a cat for a while. This book. THIS BOOK. It’s like someone cracked open the childhood part of my brain where shadows in closets and weird parental silences lived and just……
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A Summer of Us
So here’s the wild thing — this summer isn’t just about surviving. It’s not just logistics, snack management, and sunblock. It’s an invitation. Three weeks with each of them. One-on-one. Three little chapters. Three strange, glorious, chaotic, possibly sticky journeys into who they are now. Who they’re becoming. Who I get to be, not just…
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With Snacks and Sanctuary
How to Take Care of Rain What do I need to take care of myself this summer? First of all: water. Like actual hydration but also lakes, ocean breezes, cold showers when everything feels sticky and overstimulating and like they might explode from the sheer volume of life. They need water in all its forms.…
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Consider This Your Gentle Reminder
Am I Scared or Just Forgetting to Play? One of the peculiar little puzzles I’m working on these days — and yes, that phrasing is intentional; it is a puzzle — is trying to approach things with curiosity instead of fear. Sounds easy, right? Like just a flick of a switch: boop, now I’m curious!…
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Nine Weeks, One Nervous Parent, and a Very Opinionated Cat
Okay, so it’s happening. It’s happening. Nine weeks.Three kids.Three weeks each. One apartment in California that has never, not once, had to hold my parental brain, my work brain, and my nervous system all in the same space like this. I’m excited. I’m terrified. I’m spiraling a little, but in a cute, high-functioning kind of…
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Radiant Emotional Chaos
Somewhere along the line, we were told — taught, shown, reinforced — that it’s not okay to be proud of ourselves. Not really. Not in a bold, radiant, or unapologetic way. It’s “confidence” if it’s humble and palatable. But anything more than that, and suddenly, it’s vanity, ego, and arrogance. Especially if you’re not a…
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Takin’ Care of Business
Two projects have been haunting me for what feels like an eternity. I’m not exaggerating — one’s been sitting there for over three years (dutch companies, you monster), and the other one, california love, has been quietly judging me from the corner of my to-do list for more than a year. They’re the kind of…
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Dancing for Myself And
There will be a point where I want to perform again. I know this. It’s not today. It’s probably not tomorrow. But it’ll show up like a cat on the windowsill — soft, insistent, familiar. Performance will tug at me again, but this time, I want to answer it without the self-destruction. Without the body…
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Let Us Pray
Let me tell you about my church. It doesn’t have pews.There’s no pulpit.No sermon. No congregation. No doctrine. Just breath.A candle.A floor.And a body that has carried nearly five decades of living. And at 4am—yes, 4am—I show up to worship. I used to think movement had to be useful. Had to produce something. Speed, shape,…
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Well, Actually…
Can trust be regained? My knee-jerk answer is no. Just—no. Like a slammed door or a dropped vase or a delete key hit too hard. Something cracked, shattered, glitched, deleted. You don’t unshatter. You don’t uncrack. You just are now. With a line through the middle of you. Except then my brain, that sneaky bastard,…