The guns are the problem. Get rid of the fucking guns.

I just stood in an elevator for two full minutes before realizing it hadn’t moved. Dear reader, I had not pushed the button.

Here's how busy my week is: It's 4pm on Wednesday and I haven't even had time to make my to-do list for the week.

I would leave my husband for the person who invented the “jump to recipe” button.

How many times has the "You wrote 'attached' but there are no files attached. Send anyway?" feature saved you an embarrassing follow up email? I've got to be in the hundreds of times at this point.

Dr. Jess Maddox

If anyone was wondering whether you can re-fizz your flat Prosecco with a soda stream, the answer is no, no you can’t.

Me trying to dodge Succession spoilers

Do y'all's therapists ever disclose something about their lives in passing and you about pass out from shock? Anyway, I found out my therapist has a new boyfriend and I NEEDED A MINUTE.

Are y’all at the age where you need to wear shoes to walk around the house or else your arches hurt?

Today I’m thankful for the “Find my” feature on my iPhone because it helped me locate my AirPods, which my toddler had hidden in the trash under this morning’s coffee grounds and tonight’s dinner prep.

I’ve been addressed in a lot of creative ways over the years via email, but this is by far my favorite. It captures my essence beautifully.