The truth is that this is TRUE-CRIME in action. The crime? Surprise! Tom Sandoval is a diabolically evil narcissist.

I had two options: I could think that, believe it, and spend the entire day making self-destructive decisions (binge eating, lying on the couch, avoiding work and responsibilities, doom scrolling) and hating myself. Or, I could think it, say NOPE, NOT TODAY, and drink a ton of water and some coffee and go on with my life.

I felt like a tourist in Paris… because I WAS a tourist in Paris… and I hated it.

How to navigate life when anything could go wrong at any time.

I’m not sober, I’m not even sure I want to be, but I’m struggling to find a healthy relationship with an abusive substance that causes me nothing but mental health problems. Which, truthfully, pretty much sums up all of my relationships!

I sometimes wonder if I’m not merely an old soul, but actually the ghost of a young Victorian girl.

These are 35 lessons from my 35 years of life. Some profound, some not so profound.

I realized recently that all of my “wonderful little idiosyncrasies” are a complete laundry list of depression, anxiety, and ADHD.

Other than trapping a man with a baby out of spite, I haven’t felt a calling to become a mom.

Every now and then, I think about the lives I could have lived if I had made slightly different choices. Not major life changes, but VERY small things that would have barely impacted my life.

What if I went with the Melrose apartment over the Malden one?

What if I ordered the amatriciana pasta during Easter dinner instead of the butternut squash ravioli??

What if I chose the Peanuts checks rather than Scenes from Small Town America??!?!

The key to being rich is NOT through marrying an old man for his wealth, it is through PRIORITIZING your spending on what matters to you the most. I like pink champagne… but I won’t pay over $10 for a bottle! #RICH

My ego is like the rose in the glass votive from Beauty and the Beast. I agonize over every single petal that falls off because once it dies, I stay a beast! AND WHO COULD EVER LEARN TO LOVE… A BEAST? 

I once actively believed that I connected easier with men and was destined to always be one of the guys. I didn’t have a ton of confidence then, I wonder why.

A photo diary of a WEIRD YEAR spent sheltering-in-place during a pandemic. I learned a lot, I grew a lot, but mostly I drank a lot.

One woman’s journey to let things go… even though IT ALL SPARKS JOY.

Life doesn’t make sense and it’s not fair. How do we keep moving forward when it feels pointless?

What does a comedian look like beyond performing live? Can you even be considered a comedian if you’re not on stage multiple nights a week in front of a live audience? Are podcast hosts comedians, or just podcast hosts? Can you even have a podcast without being a comedian with credits or stage time to your name? CAN YOU EVEN GET STAGE TIME ANYMORE WITHOUT HAVING A PODCAST? 

Who needs marriage when you can be your own DINK? (Double income, no kids.)

At this moment, I can say with sincerity that I am the happiest I have ever been. Not because I found my dream job, but because I shifted my focus to building my dream life by learning what I wanted and prioritizing what mattered.

From maple syrup and coffee to sweatbands and expensive, glowy SPF… these are the things we have influenced each other to buy during the pandemic.