Sometimes Matt and I talk about heavy things. Not because we want to. Because the world is heavy. And because pretending it isn’t doesn’t actually protect anyone. We are also never without children. Which means little ears catch fragments. A sentence here. A word there. A tone shift. And eventually, questions. Why are women paid…

Raspberry has the most beautiful hair. Long, curly, red—storybook-level hair. The kind people stop you in public to comment on. The kind that tangles if you look at it wrong. The kind that requires an entire separate mental load just to maintain. Keeping up with his hair alone is a part-time job. Wash days. Detangling. Conditioning. Negotiating.…

Feeding three little humans all day every day is basically a full-time job with no PTO. These kids snack like it’s their life’s calling, so I’ve learned to keep things simple, repeatable, and mostly sane. Fancy snacks last exactly one shopping trip. Reliable snacks? Those earn a permanent spot. Here’s what’s working for us right…

Let’s just get this out of the way first: the Epstein stuff is absolutely unhinged. Every new detail feels like confirmation of what we already knew but hoped wasn’t that bad—power protecting power, money insulating monsters, and accountability conveniently evaporating. It’s exhausting in a soul-deep way. I’ve been reading, doom-spiraling, rereading, and finally hit the point where…