
Somewhere along the way, many of us learned to believe that desire is supposed to be spontaneous, effortless, and slightly reckless. Like it just shows up, taps you on the shoulder, and says, Hey, wanna? And for a long time, it does. Until one day it doesn’t. Instead, desire starts acting… different. Quieter. Slower. Less…

“Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase.” — Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. There are quotes you admire… and then there are quotes that walk beside you. This has been one of mine. Not because it sounds poetic… though it is. Not because it’s famous… though it…

There’s a particular kind of guilt that creeps in when desire changes. It’s quiet. It’s awkward. And it usually shows up right after you think, I love this person… so why does my libido feel like it took early retirement without telling me? You still care. You’re still emotionally connected. You’re still very much in…

When you’re navigating perimenopause, everyone suddenly becomes a wellness expert. “Have you tried meditation?” “You should cut out sugar.” “What about this supplement I saw on TikTok?” “My cousin’s coworker’s neighbor swears by celery juice.” Meanwhile, most women can barely remember where they put their phone charger, much less commit to a 47-step morning routine…

Some people wake up in the morning feeling calm, centered, and ready to embrace the day. I wake up and immediately begin my emotional decathlon. Not every day, of course…but enough days that I’ve started mentally awarding myself medals. Because if mood swings were an Olympic sport? I’d be standing on the podium in a…

This is an ode. A heartfelt, slightly unhinged love letter to the things I’ve Googled at 2 a.m. Because if you’ve ever found yourself awake in the witching hour, illuminated only by the soft glow of your phone screen and the blinding light of existential dread, you know exactly where this is going. Nighttime Googling…

There came a moment in midlife when I stood in my closet, looked at my clothes, and thought: “Who bought all of this?” “Who was I when these fit, and why do half of these jeans feel like they belong to a different human species?” It’s not that I “let myself go.” It’s not that…

There’s a moment in every woman’s life when she looks around and thinks: “Okay… this is not the plot I signed up for.” Maybe your career shifted. Maybe your body changed. Maybe your relationships evolved, or even dissolved. Maybe your hormones are rewriting your internal script like it’s a surprise (and very disappointing) season finale.…