We need more than one costume/dress up holiday per year.

Before Twitter goes down in flames, we need to publish all those epic tweets sitting in drafts, just waiting.

Things have gone too far.

The recipe I’m making this morning calls for one egg, out of its shell. Better safe than sorry, I guess? 😂

Mummy pizza bites and witch finger cookies for a little family Halloween shindig tonight. I am a child.

The lesson of winter mushrooms sprouting from the dead and dying things.

Gather ‘round, children. Gather ‘round. Let me tell you a fable of fortune and fate, when the weather was kind and the water was clear and eggs nary more than $5 a dozen.

Made my bed today, all mindful pillow fluffing and whatnot in the morning light. I’m an influencer now.

My dog by the bin, as I throw away anything scantly edible, past or present.

I enjoy crafting tweets. I hope the limit stays. Long live (and love) the written amuse-bouche.

Self-care feels so much like work. Super sus. 🧐

This sounds like it could have been on the Rad or Lost Boys soundtracks. Keyboards and 80s guitar riffs FTW. m.youtube.com/watch?v=BDLZWX…

Movie night. (Louie wants that popcorn kernel SO BAD.)

A little winter love. ❄️ (Make winter count)

Dare I say, Dutch Bros., you are, too friendly.

But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. - Samwise Gamgee (It’s time to rewatch this trilogy)

The fact that I have to clean my washing machine seems like next level trolling.

Thinking this morning about the people in my life who have changed it in silence, without even knowing it. Teachers. Friends. Loves, big and small. If you needed writing inspo, I bet you have someone like that too, who deserves their own story.

Just one of the super important dad jobs.