My soliloquy would begin, “To sleep or not to sleep: that is the obsession.”

What happens when those in power hijack words for political gain? 

My relationship with my cat is a study in power dynamics. 

The list goes on - purposefully - to keep us in a whirlwind of chaos. Overwhelm as a strategy. 

My own reckoning in how I always celebrated the holiday.

All hail this coin of little distinction. Here’s my two cents, for what it’s worth. (Apparently not much these days.)

An abecedarian essay featuring just 27 of the oh so many things I forget!

NATIONAL SOCIETY OF NEWSPAPER COLUMNISTS announces annual awards.

You know me, I’d really like to buy a miracle, especially on sale.

My husband tells people that Rocket is a “Royal Egyptian Hound.”

The sand in my hourglass is a granule away from Alarm-ageddon!

This store’s infamous claim to fame is that they sell only small clothes.

I’m not against DIY betterment. Believe me, I’m a self-help worrier - I mean warrior.

It seems once I’ve fully absorbed summer is indeed over, it’s October. Oh no, did I miss September too?

“There is no shame in pressing undo.” My finger froze mid-air, unable to tap “new deal,” as I wondered when did my mobile game turn into Yoda?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about women politicians and how they’re often called by their first names.

Maybe that is the magic of women’s dressing rooms. They enable us to be seen when sometimes we can’t see ourselves.

I go red in embarrassment as I imagine the possibility of the show filming both of us crying while one pushes the other down the world’s longest waterslide in Dubai.

It appears I’m finally old enough to know that beta blockers aren’t board games.

There isn’t a part of me that wasn’t profoundly changed by the experience and the women who made it happen.

If you’re caught being the old maid, you lose. Not just in cards, but in the game of life. 

Valentine’s Day is the perfect time to acknowledge your partner’s ridiculousness and how empty your life would be without it.  

Who waxes poetic about a bathroom?

I am filled with such melancholy this Christmas season, and I know a tree will be just the remedy.

I have a long hapless history with turkeys. I've dated quite a few.

In the waiting room, I sit amongst women. Beautiful women. Old and young, all clothed in blue.

And it’s awkward. Oh, so awkward when people act like death is over.