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Turning 32: A Birthday Wish, Of Sorts
Well, here we are. Another orbit around the sun, another year closer to wearing socks with sandals unironically. Thirty-two. The age where you’re still young enough to tell yourself you’ve…
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Growing Up: The Ultimate Horror Show
There’s a special kind of horror reserved for growing up. As a child, you imagine adulthood as a shimmering utopia of independence, late-night ice cream, and inexplicably large throw pillows.…
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Why I’m Hopelessly Addicted to Romance Novels
I’m a 32-year-old married mother with a healthy appreciation for snacks that can be eaten quietly while the child is not looking. I love writing, obsessively drink coffee, and I…
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Why Turning 32 Feels Like a Low-Grade Identity Crisis
It happened after just two beers. Ok, they were craft ones, with adjectives like “hazy” or “notes of grapefruit.” And suddenly I was mainlining Imodium like it was a Vodka…
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How to Stay Sane in This Crazy World: A Croatian Survival Guide
In a world where the news cycle spins faster than a Zagreb tram on a tight schedule and zero air conditioning, staying sane feels like trying to hold onto your…
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I Want to Start Smoking Again, But Make It a Personality Trait
By: A Woman Who Knows Better, But Doesn’t Care (Except She Kinda Does) There’s a special kind of nostalgia reserved for chain-smoking on a cold balcony at 2am while talking…
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Blood, Sweat, and Sanitary Pads: A Memoir
by a Mother, a Writer, a Walking Mess 8:13 AM – Wombageddon Begins My eyes open to the delicate sound of a toddler yelling “Go hide!” from under my duvet,…
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One and (Blessedly) Done
“Just one? That’s selfish.” “You’re not thinking of your child.” “What if something happens to her?” Ah, yes. Nothing screams warm-hearted concern like insinuating my parenting choices are one minor…
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The Middle Child Manifesto
Being a middle child is like being the stunt double in a family drama you didn’t audition for. You’re there for every scene, catching emotional punches, but your name’s not…
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Easter: The Great Feast of Panic and Leftover Janjetina
Ah, Easter. That magical time when the air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers, the sound of chirping birds, and the unmistakable aroma of impending family-induced chaos. A…