Cutting alcohol out of my life was surprisingly easy. It started with a 30-day Dry June challenge, followed by a public declaration of identifying as sober curious.
In this article on VeryWellMind, Sara Sheppard says being sober curious is the option to choose, question, or change your drinking habits for…
How many of us dream of making six figures by the time we’re 30?
That was my dream. Did I do it? No — it took me until I was 34.
I temporarily left the workforce right before my 30th birthday. Four years after stepping out of a mediocre salaried…
“Mom wishes she was a millionaire.” I overheard my son talking smack to my daughter in the car the other day.
I didn’t interrupt or correct him to say, “Um, buddy, Mom’s been a millionaire for a while now.”
Because I don’t talk about money with my kids. And, I…
Three thousand dollars. That’s how much a shady plumber wanted to charge me to replace my water heater in a home I’ve lived in for less than two months.
He could smell my desperation. I had officially been without hot water for four days.
It turns out hot water isn’t…
The hardest part of getting back on the dating scene as a divorceé at 40 hasn’t been finding a date.
Apparently, what I lacked in confidence in my early 20s (the last time I was single) is no longer an issue.
I used to feel so flattered (when I was…
I spent the last two decades in captivity.
Okay, that’s a bit harsh. And it’s not even a slam to my ex-husband (who is a lovely person). It’s a knock on myself for being a prisoner of my own mind.
I was a slave to my narratives. The stories I…
Disruption. That’s about the only way to describe the entire experience of moving out, establishing a new home, and attempting to settle into new schedules — that are constantly changing.
It’s like turning off your auto-pilot settings and learning how to do everything all over again.
Every time someone asks…
Before I was emotionally numb, I was emotionally hyperreactive.
I can’t remember exactly when I started to feel BIG feelings, but I remember how overwhelming these emotions felt in my body — like I would literally explode if I couldn’t get them out.
So, I did.
I don’t remember much…
I lost my shit in front of my kids the last night we all lived in one home.
Up until then, I had managed the emotions of my divorce quite well. I would put myself in an emotional time-out if I felt grief welling up inside me. …
