Procrastination
Friday feels like the right day to confess… If procrastination were an Olympic sport, I’d be standing on the podium […]
Friday feels like the right day to confess… If procrastination were an Olympic sport, I’d be standing on the podium […]
The moment we try to possess desire is the moment it starts to die. Romance teaches us this. Hold too
Reasonable is forgettable. Reasonable doesn’t change anyone’s mind. And reasonable never once cracked open a heart. So, STOP trying to
A hospice nurse asked me if my mother had always been a stoic. I snort-laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe
I learned in my twenties never to trust a Texas man without a cowboy hat. So naturally last night at
We’re all guilty of it—telling ourselves reruns of stories that should’ve been canceled after season one. I’ll mess it up.
Fall sneaks in like a moody novel; shorter days, colder nights, the perfect backdrop for yearning. Not the situationship kind,
Once upon a job interview, the feedback about me was: “Hire this woman, she’s a bulldozer.” Not exactly the compliment
You know what never makes it into the project plan? The living. The actual life stuff. Nobody books a Teams
When you make a choice for a good reason, shut down the appeals court in your head. At work, that