I don’t usually let the calendar dictate my life. But when I saw February is National Friendship Month, I took it as a shove. Because it turns out that I could use a nearby human or two. To be clear, I am deeply blessed with many extraordinary ...

Over the past two years, I’ve sat in my oncology clinic’s waiting room more times than I can count. Chemo. Doc appointments. Keytruda infusions. Scan results. All the other ‘fun’ that comes with cancer. Bu this morning, for the ...

In my world, December 2025 went missing. It was last seen wearing good intentions, smelling faintly of cinnamon, pine, productivity, and personal fulfillment. I was expecting magic. Leisurely. Cozy. Special. I had plans. Big ones. With my ...

Looking back, I don’t remember when our friendship began. I remember what we held. Hours together. Long, unhurried conversations. Our thoughts, our fears, our unguarded selves held between us. We laughed until we cried. We cried until it passed. ...

For the first time in years, I went to a baseball game yesterday. Anyone who knows me knows that I adore baseball, but I hadn’t been to a live game in what feels like forever. So when I saw that the Double-A team here in Chattanooga was playing on ...

I'm gonna leave this here for whenever it becomes necessary to use:.. Susie Riley, widely known for an impressive collection of dinosaur earrings, the complete inability to shut her damned mouth, and her shamelessly excessive use of exclamation ...

Hi, I'm Susie and I am a Post-It abuser. Actually, I started out as a Post-It addict. The relationship started so innocently, fueled by my dream of an organized life, where I would always remember what I needed to do, where I needed to go, ...

I had such high hopes. This week I cried lots. For my friends who suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. For small children who don’t understand. For myself,  who also didn’t understand. People keep saying, “Let’s see what happens.”But I ...

Yesterday, I fell deeply in love with this bag I found online. Ohmygawd that bag is fucking beautiful. But is it a bag or a basket? It's neither: it's a bagsket! ...

These days, the Presidential Race reminds me of a clown car: just when you think there couldn't possibly be any more candidates, out pop a few more. Which is good, I suppose, since a wide field presents lots of options... But the debates feel more ...