I kicked off 2019 with a declaration that it would be the Year of Joy, and in doing so (of course) I ushered in a series of tests and resistance to it. Despite profound depression, anxiety and loss, I’d still consider my Year of Joy a success. It taught me how to actively seek out…
How to Not Be the Worst: Hair Stylist
It happened in the spring. After a bit of research I went to a master stylist in a well-rated salon to fix my balayage. (Make the line between brunette and blonde look a little less choppy. Take my blonde from brassy to ashy. Standard stuff.) I left with little improvement and a big complex. The…
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A Chihuahua Named Fabulous
My mom said that my dog, Fabulous, looked like a hamster on the day that I brought him home. Through the years, she would retell the story of their first meeting every time she saw him. She’d describe how I held him in a washcloth big enough to be his blanket on a cold New…
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Making TV Magic
This is a sponsored post, but all opinions are my own. When people hear that my husband works in TV, they immediately wonder if he’s on-air talent. The reality of broadcast television is a lot different than the assumptions about “the media” from the general public. It’s a lot less glamorous and magical, though there…
