New blog just dropped — featuring beer, boundary issues, and one man’s crash course in irony. Buckle up.

My fiancé yelled from the bathroom, ‘There’s a ferret in here!’ I was 100% sure he was wrong… until I saw it. That was just the start. Within weeks, we had a backyard bunny named Dennis Hopper, a fancy rat on the porch, and our bulldog Snoozanne giving me side-eye. I might officially be the menopausal Cinderella. Read the whole ridiculous saga here ➡️

He asked. I said yes. 💍 Bonus mom to two, bulldog wrangler, bunny landlord, occasional bear shoo-er… and now fiancée. Our story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours — and I wouldn’t change a thing. 🐾❤️ 🐰🐻🐠 Read the full engagement story ➡️

When a narcissist gets exposed in court, the truth is glorious — until the flying monkeys swoop in. In this follow-up to my ‘How to Deal with a Narcissist’ post, I share how my fiancé’s ex tried to erase child support, the judge’s epic shutdown, and the sad reality of kids caught in the crossfire.

I blinked and somehow became a full-blown fish mom—with a 75-gallon tank, named goldfish, and a bulldog who’s deeply confused by it all. 🐠💦 New blog post up: Menopause Diary—The One Where I Became a Fish Mom.

Let’s talk about the age-old hypothetical that showed up in my text messages this week and sent me spiraling into an existential time loop…

Surgery update: What was supposed to be 3 hours turned into 6 (apparently my insides are… complicated), but my surgeon was a total badass…

Busy season, business trips, family camping… and now, surgery. This one’s got it all—travel wins, parenting chaos, and an unexpected orange-sized plot twist.

First night in Ireland—off from my work trip—was… memorable. The yurt wasn’t exactly the cozy “Pinterest Perfect” dream I had in mind, but the beach, the Guinness stew, and a perfectly timed Irish coffee more than made up for it. Full review below!

I’ve battled the scale, my hormones, and my grief. From secret donuts in parking lots to summiting Kilimanjaro, this journey has been anything but boring. I’m sharing the messy, honest truth about weight, menopause, and finally listening to my gut (literally). New blog post up now.

Plot twist I didn’t see coming: an 8cm tumor, a lot of Googling, and a crash course in perspective.

Latest Menopause Diary entry is up — a little scare, a lot of feelings, and still plenty of hope (and sarcasm).

Read it now and maybe hug your dog today.

Ever wonder what life looks like through the eyes of an English Bulldog? Snoozanne spills the kibble on her daily adventures—protecting the house from evil measuring tapes, demanding cheese ransoms, and perfecting the art of the bulldog sulk. Chaos, snoring, and side-eye guaranteed!

From restaurant meltdowns to iPad standoffs, parenting is a wild ride. The Meltdown Chronicles shares real moments, hard-earned lessons, and a call for your best survival tips. Let’s navigate the madness together!

Trump’s Oval Office meeting with Zelensky wasn’t diplomacy, it was a disgrace. His hostility, ignorance, and rejection of alliances weaken America on the world stage. Meanwhile, the rights hypocrisy on national security, democracy, and global leadership is on full display. What happens if Ukraine falls? What does it mean for the U.S.? And is the MAGA base too far gone to wake up? Read on for the facts they don’t want you to know.

Narcissists thrive on control, but their power crumbles when you set firm boundaries. Learn how to shift the dynamic and protect your peace.

After our last NYC family trip turned into a marathon of “Are we there yet?” and “My feet hurt,” I realized I needed a vacation from my vacation. Enter: a girls’ weekend in the city that never sleeps, featuring Shannon’s birthday bash and my much-needed sanity reboot. From thrifting triumphs to Broadway belly laughs, this trip was the perfect antidote to parental burnout. Here’s how we swapped snack packs for steak dinners and rediscovered the magic of the Big Apple—grown-up style.

I have not just asked these kids to clean their rooms, I have given them systems. Foolproof, there-is-no-excuse systems. I labeled bins. I bought storage furniture. I color-coded Amelia’s toys so she’d know exactly where everything goes (blue bin = dolls, red bin = chaos, green bin = whatever 7-year-olds hoard). I basically turned their rooms into a tiny, organized IKEA showroom, thinking, This will be it! This will finally get them to clean up!

Spoiler alert: It did not.