Welcome aboard the Hot Mess Express—please keep your arms, legs, and unrealistic expectations inside the ride at all times.

This blog is where I unload the thoughts, feels, rants, revelations, and random grocery-list-level wisdom that don’t fit neatly in a planner box. It’s part therapy, part comedy, part “I survived this, so maybe you can too.” Think: life lessons from someone who’s probably cried in the school pickup line, rage-cleaned at midnight, and somehow still shows up (eventually) with snacks and emotional insight.

Full disclosure: I do try not to embarrass my kids or grandkids—if they ever find this site. But let’s be honest… they’ve known me a while. They knew what they signed up for.

Also yes, the snacks mentioned here were 100% produced during an anger-baking frenzy that resulted in six dozen cookies (two flavors, thank you very much), two pans of bars, and at least three loaves of banana bread. Processing feelings and feeding people? Icon behavior.

If you’re looking for perfectly filtered inspiration, you might want to take the next train. But if you’re into real talk, soft landings, and a healthy dose of “WTF is happening?”—you’re exactly where you belong.

Grab your beverage of choice (no judgment if it’s soda, wine, or lukewarm coffee), and let’s ride this mess out together.

• Welcome Aboard the Hot Mess Express

• July 2025