Killer Heels Saturdays: Ch-12 First Drafts Are Like Scuffed Heels

Let’s get one thing straight…the myth of the perfect first draft is right up there with the myth of comfortable stilettos. Cute idea. Never been real. Every time I open a blank document, the cursor blinks at me like it’s filing a complaint with HR. Suddenly I’m convinced I’ve never had a single coherent thought…

THE EVERYDAY DISNEY VILLAIN ERA: Episode 1-Maybe I Can Relate to Maleficent

Welcome to The Everyday Disney Villain Era, where your life is less “hero’s journey” and more “mildly inconvenienced sorceress with a flair for ambiance.” This is not about being evil. This is about being theatrical. It’s about embracing the tiny, petty, dramatic behaviors that turn your daily life into a PG‑13 villain origin story, complete…

THE PETTY OLYMPICS: A HIGH STAKES SPORT FOR LOW STAKES DRAMA

I didn’t create The Petty Olympics out of boredom or creativity or even a desire to be funny. No. I created it because I needed a structured, emotionally safe place to put all the tiny, ridiculous, irrational feelings that build up when someone breathes wrong near me. I needed an outlet that wasn’t therapy, wasn’t…

THE DELULU DIARIES: This Week I’m Getting My Life Together

Welcome to The Delulu Diaries, my newest series dedicated to the tiny, glittery lies I tell myself to function as a person. This is not a productivity blog or a self‑help column. This is a field study in feminine optimism, where we document the rituals, fantasies, and chaotic rebrands that carry us from one week…

Killer Heels Saturdays – Chapter 7: Dialogue That Bites Back

If plot is the runway, dialogue is the heel clicks that turn every head. It’s the sound of your characters announcing themselves, their wounds, their wit, their boundaries, their bad decisions, and all without a single paragraph of exposition. And when dialogue bites back, it doesn’t just entertain. It reveals. It exposes. It shifts power….

The Emotional Archive: How Women Remember

Women don’t just remember events. Our memories aren’t files, they’re texture, colors, and tiny altars we carry inside us. We remember temperature, tone, the way someone’s voice dipped on the last syllable, and the exact shade of sky when something shifted inside us. Women’s memories aren’t linear timelines, they’re more like emotional archives. A private…