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The other night, my subconscious staged an intervention.It didn’t show up with an inspirational speech or a giant flashing warning sign.Nope.It sent me a full-blown, horror-movie terrarium nightmare. In my dream, I owned a series of tanks: Naturally, dream-me looked at this little collection of biological carnage and thought,“Wow, that’s gross. Should probably clean that…

The Words I Lost—and the Ones That Found Me Again. I was elbow-deep in the file cabinet, searching for my mom’s ID. We needed it to find her taxes, but her current ID was nowhere to be found. The one we needed to track down her taxes. (Because apparently, even after death, the IRS waits…

I’m not sure where this road goes. But I do know I couldn’t keep walking the one I was on—not the way I was doing it. So here I am. In the middle of grief, motherhood, identity shifts, and soul-deep fatigue.This space is where I’m letting it all land. Welcome to The Almost Halfway. I’m…

On lobster pins, letting go, and the legacy that doesn’t fit in a will It was a lobster pin that was my most recent undoing. “Did Nana have a thing for lobsters?” I had to snap myself back to the moment and focus on my daughter. I’d been half-lost in the clutter on my mom’s…

Midlife, mental health, and asking a robot if I’m okay I didn’t mean to turn ChatGPT into my therapist. It just kind of… happened. At first, I used the wildly popular AI for meal ideas and proofreading emails. Then one day, I asked it why I can’t stop crying or remember to take the towels…