The Case of Missing Body Parts
I expected the river cleanup to yield mud and rusted cans. I did not expect a text from my husband regarding a suitcase full of boobs and butts.
I expected the river cleanup to yield mud and rusted cans. I did not expect a text from my husband regarding a suitcase full of boobs and butts.
The refrigerator stopped humming, the Wi-Fi router died, and suddenly there was a stranger in the room. It was an old friend I hadn’t seen in years.
You finally sit down to watch something — one uninterrupted story, a little mental detox — and right as the plot picks up, someone walks in and asks: “What are you watching?”
The real work is done in the quiet hours, long before the spotlight. A reflection on why showing up matters more than finishing fast.
The best part of a family holiday isn’t the meal or the candy — it’s the stories. The ones that resurface year after year, and the ones no one planned on sharing… but did anyway.
Self-care isn’t always pretty—and it definitely isn’t always Instagram-worthy. Sometimes it’s drive-thru fries in the car or a full day in pajamas with no intention of pretending otherwise. This quick read is for anyone who’s ever just needed a minute.