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The Boy Who Called Me Fat And The Childhood Bullying Scars, I Remember You
Going to Kings Dominion the day after school let out was one of my favorite childhood memories. It felt like the official kickoff to summer. The beginning of long days. Sprinklers. Sunburns. Riding your bike until the streetlights came on. Coming home after dark without anyone knowing exactly where you'd been all day. Peak Gen X childhood. The good old days. Or at least that's how we remember them. What we don't talk about are the things that c ame home with us. The scars
1 day ago4 min read


Maybe It Wasn’t Fate. Maybe I Just Had To Poop. Trust Your Gut In Dating
What if your “gut feeling” is just your nervous system recognizing a familiar wound or the repercussions from Taco Tuesday.
May 252 min read


Midlife Identity and Confidence: I Thought I Was a Dove—Everyone Else Saw a Peacock
Mentally a dove. Publicly a peacock. Emotionally… a feral pigeon with WiFi. Midlife identity and confidence have a funny way of colliding—especially when who you think you are doesn’t match how the world sees you. Ever taken the DOPE test? You know, the one where you’re supposed to discover your inner bird—dove, owl, peacock, eagle—your personality, your strengths, your vibe. Adorable in theory. Unhinged in practice. I first encountered this little personality circus at a ne
May 33 min read
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