There are some moments in life that feel almost too precious to put into words. ❤️ This morning, I looked over and saw my grandmother holding Madison, and my heart just about shattered in the most beautiful way. Two generations of my family, wrapped up together in one little moment. My grandm

Y’all are fucking clowns. Consent goes out the fucking window when you are so incapacitated that you cannot move, cannot talk, and cannot meaningfully communicate. Why is that so damn hard to understand? Who cares if she agreed to a threesome? She did NOT agree to seven men. She may

Some songs don’t hit you because they’re beautiful. They hit you because they know something about you. “It’s Been Awhile” by Staind is one of those songs for me. But the older I get, the differently I hear it. I don’t just hear a song about addiction anymore. I hear fourteen years o

Okay, so apparently LEXICAL-GUSTATORY SYNESTHESIA IS A REAL FUCKING THING. 😂🧠👅 I’m sitting here reading Blackwood Institute and come across this phrase, thinking, “Surely this is some fictional shit the author made up.” NOPE. Apparently, there are people whose brains automatically associat

MY MINI ME. ❤️ Jasmine was born in 1995, when I was only 10 years old. And from the very beginning, there was just something about that little girl that attached her to my heart in a way I can’t fully put into words. I was a kid myself, but I loved her like she was mine to protect. I held

If Kristy could sit across from me one more time… I think the first thing she’d say would be: “Hey, Jess.” And I already know I’d break. Because there are so many things I would want to say. So many things I wish I could go back and change. So many moments I replay in my head, wondering

If your younger self could sit across from you now, I don’t think she’d start with anger. I think she’d stare at you for a long time. She’d look at the tattoos. The piercings. The hair. The tired eyes. The woman sitting in front of her who somehow became everything she never knew she was allo

Disney Villain Truth Segment Maybe Maleficent was never the villain. Maybe she was just the woman who finally stopped being convenient. We grew up being told the story: Maleficent was evil. She was cruel. She cursed an innocent baby. She was the monster in the story. But then

Eyan came into our lives as Kendall’s boyfriend. And somewhere along the way, he stopped feeling like just Kendall’s boyfriend and started feeling like family. He may not share my DNA. I didn’t raise him from a baby. I didn’t get to watch him take his first steps or teach him how to ride a bi

So apparently, I decided to take the word JUGGALETTE and turn every damn letter into a personality trait. Because why just be a Juggalette when you can make an entire witchy manifesto out of it? 😂 J — Just a girl …who embraces the chaos. U — Unapologetically weird, wild, loud, and completel

Today is a Dread the Sloth kind of day. 🦥 I’m exhausted. I feel like absolute shit. My body is basically filing a formal complaint against me for expecting it to function today. And yet… I’ve still managed to clean almost the entire damn house. Not because I suddenly found some magica

In 2014, a Columbia University student named Emma Sulkowicz started carrying a 50-pound mattress around campus. Not because she wanted attention. Not because carrying a damn mattress across college every day sounded fun. She did it as an art project called “Mattress Performance (Carry That

There are some directors you appreciate because they make good movies. And then there’s Tim Burton, who apparently looked at the world, decided “Nope, it needs more darkness, crooked buildings, strange little creatures, dead people with feelings, and emotionally damaged weirdos” and somehow crea

🚨 UPDATE ON THE MADISON COSTUME SAGA 🚨 So remember when Madison threw an absolute fit because she HAD to be Ghost-Spider for Rock Your School Day? 🕷️👻 Well… turns out this child knew EXACTLY what she was doing. 😂 Because apparently the real reason she needed to be Ghost-Spider was because

There’s a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from realizing the treatment you were desperately hoping would finally help… isn’t helping. I’ve tried a lot. Different medications. Different doses. Different combinations. Starting something new. Stopping something that didn’t work. Dealing

🕷️💥 APPARENTLY MY DAUGHTER HAS ENTERED HER SPIDER-MAN ERA. 💥🕷️ Today is Rock Your School Day, and 5th grade’s theme is SUPERHEROES. So naturally, Madison had ONE very specific demand: “I’M BEING GHOST-SPIDER.” And when I say this child FOUGHT for Ghost-Spider… 😭 I thought she was jus

🐍 Medusa They told the story of Medusa like she was the monster. A woman with snakes for hair. A woman whose gaze could turn men to stone. A woman who became something terrifying. But I’ve always thought there was something deeper hiding underneath the myth. Because maybe Medusa wasn’

I HAVE HAD ENOUGH. The Cornell 7 situation has me absolutely fucking FURIOUS. Because somewhere in all of this mess is a woman who has had to live with what she says happened to her for nearly TWO YEARS while everyone else got to go on with their lives. And now we’re supposed to sit here a

Inspired by Dusty. I keep seeing people talk about Jane Doe. And I keep thinking about how easy it is to look at a story like hers and call it a “case.” A headline. A number. A statistic. But I am one of those statistics. 1 in 3 women. Except I’m not a statistic. I’m a woman

Almost 15 years. ❤️♠️ People see a picture like this and see two people who love each other. But I see so much more. I see almost 15 years of memories, arguments, laughter, tears, growth, mistakes, forgiveness, stupid inside jokes, hard conversations, sleepless nights, and moments where we