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…
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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: Ch- 8 Writer’s Block & Emotional Blisters
How I Navigate Creative Slumps With Humor and Self‑Compassion There are two kinds of pain in this world, the kind you get from wearing heels you had no business wearing or the kind you get from staring at a blank page until it starts to feel personal. Both hurt. Both make you question your life…
Welcome to the Revamp Era: The Blog Glow Up Nobody Warned You About
There comes a moment in every woman’s life when she looks at her blog, her digital child, her creative scrapbook, her public diary she pretends isn’t a diary and realizes… “Oh. This isn’t me anymore. This is the ghost of a girl I’ve already outgrown.” My blog started as a cute little creative corner. A…
The Lazy Girl’s Guide to Enlightenment, Vol. 1- Meditation for People Who Can’t Sit Still.
Welcome to this new series where enlightenment is not earned through 4 hour morning routines, silent retreats, or drinking moon water at 5 AM. This is spirituality for the girl who is spiritually curious but always on the go or stuck horizontal thanks to lupus with no in between. This is for the girl who…
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….
COLOR CRUSH SERIES: TERRACOTTA
Terracotta showed up in my week like a calm older sister who’s seen some things. She didn’t knock, she just let herself in, sat on my counter, and said, “Babe… breathe.” And honestly? I needed that. There’s something about this color that feels ancient in the best way, like it remembers who you were before…
The Days My Body Cancels Plans Before I Do
There are days when I wake up feeling like a woman who could run a small country before lunch. I stretch, I sip my ice cold water, I glance at my to‑do list, and suddenly I’m possessed by the spirit of a hyper competent CEO who color codes her life and thrives on productivity. I’m…
Killer Heels Saturdays: Ch 6 — Writing Rituals & Red Soles: How I Actually Get Words on the Page
There’s this myth that writers glide into their desks every morning like swans, open their laptops, and effortlessly pour out brilliance while sipping something herbal and morally superior. I, Me. Myself… am just not that writer. Not even close. My process is more “creative gremlin with good snacks” than “ethereal literary goddess.” But it works….
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…
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