I keep making things harder for myself than they need to be. Like that fiction number I was trying to hit. The one that there was no way I was going to make it because it was way too many pieces. Then I realized I wasn't counting some

So quickish update that kind of pairs with goal setting for next year. Got the results from my last round of blood work and my thyroid levels are normal again. This new dose seems to be the right one. So now that my thyroid is under control it's

Is that right? Or Hot Take? The thing where you say something that most people probably don't agree with but nonetheless it's totally true and you know it? Anyway... Brent and I were watching a TV show this morning and a therapist counsels his client to

Or pre goaling. So last time I talked about 2025 and what I was thinking of doing I wasn't sure. I know I need to have something that I am working toward all the time or my brain kind of fritzes. So I need to have something, but

Today is the last day of sabbatical. It's always crazy to me how fast it goes. That first day it seems like we will have forever. It takes about a week or two to really get into the swing of things, realizing that you can run errands on

After Sandy Hook I decided I was done talking about gun control. I was done arguing with people that there were simple, common sense precautions that could be taken. I was over arguing how much more regulation and training we require for cars than we do guns. All of it.

Dear ABC, I hear you settled a lawsuit with Trump and as part of that settlement you have to write an apology. As you just paid out $15 million dollars to settle I thought you might want the apology for free so I'm doing you a solid and

Okay, after all of the back and forth in my head I've finally decided. I'm not leaving Facebook. Ish. I mean I'm leaving Facebook. Ish. I'm totally ishing. The Terms and Services changes saying they can use my posts in perpetuity really

It's funny, I had a moment, more than a moment, a few moments, of thinking about how I was going to do this all differently now. Starting over on a new site so totally different feel. More serious pieces. Only polished and well thought out posts. No more

Dear Nancy Mace, I see you. Bathroom warrior. Protector of women. Endless searcher of a new microphone from which to shout about your fears. About your concerns. And I understand you. I have those fears as well. When my daughter excuses herself from the restaurant table to go to the