Growth, healing and honest life after 30
I used to think loss came one chapter at a time. That life, at the very least, had the decency to let you catch your breath between heartbreaks. This summer taught me otherwise. In June, I flew to California because my aunt asked me to do something that would become…
I didn’t think two months would disappear so quietly. But that’s what happened between our anniversary and my cousin’s graduation. Time kept moving, I kept saying “I’ll get back to it after this,” and then, one day, I caught myself wondering why my routines felt so far away. It wasn’t…
If you know me, you know I’ve always loved a good side hustle. Not in a “quit my job tomorrow and become a millionaire overnight” kind of way… but more in a “this sounds fun and I want to learn how it works” kind of way. Although truth be told…
There’s this very specific kind of human absurdity no one really prepares you for: You can be living inside a life you once begged for… and still feel like something’s missing. I know this because I have receipts. I’ve been the girl crying in Mexico.Anxious in New York.Miserable in Iceland…
There’s something kind of funny about trying to celebrate differently. Our anniversary dinner this year looked like it always does. We got dressed up, went to Jing Scottsdale, sat in that perfect moody lighting with the Scottsdale buzz going on around us. The kind of night where you’re supposed to…
There’s something about being 26 that makes you think life is about to come together. Mine did the opposite. I went through a breakup at 26, almost 27, and it really knocked the wind out of me. At the time, I thought I was on track. You know the vague…
I Have Been Frying My Hair Since 2003 I started straightening my hair in eighth grade. It was 2003. Flat irons were not gentle back then. They were not ceramic-infused, tourmaline-coated miracles. They were metal plates that heated to what I can only assume was the surface temperature of the…
This was our first Valentine’s Day as husband and wife. I’ve had Valentine’s Days before, obviously. Middle school carnations. College dinners. The era of pretending I didn’t care. The era of caring too much. But this one felt different. Not because it was extravagant or dramatic, but because it was…
This past week, I returned to Copenhagen for the first time since my grandma died. I didn’t actually make it to her funeral in 2023. As much as people like to believe grief is logistically simple, flying from Phoenix to Copenhagen on a whim isn’t. The funeral went on without…
Thirteen months ago, at the very adult age of 34, I got my last Botox poke. I didn’t quit because I suddenly became morally superior or decided aging is a spiritual journey I must endure raw. I quit because the last time I did it, my body revolted. I got…