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What is the last thing you learned? Sure, you can try the free version, but odds are you’ll hit a wall of ads, pop-ups, or paywalls before realizing you can’t actually save or export your work. Any usable features are probably things your device already does natively. Troubleshooting feels like a slot machine—you keep thinking, I’ve already spent two hours on this, what’s another five minutes?…

Write a letter to your 100-year-old self. How did you manage it?

Small businesses are not pawns in economic experiments. Tariffs should be designed to strengthen domestic business, not wipe it out. When I spoke up about this, I was told it wasn’t happening. Yet here we are. Businesses in chaos. Orders stalled. Customers left in limbo. Who pays for this mess? Small entrepreneurs. Consumers. Not the policymakers. Now that the policy has been paused (for now), let’s take a moment to acknowledge that actions have consequences. Real people are impacted by these decisions. We are already dealing with skyrocketing costs on everything—medical care, rent, groceries, transportation. This isn’t just about business. It’s about survival. Read more on the blog:

If tariffs were funding small businesses to create manufacturing here, I’d support them. But instead, they just shut down small businesses and block access to the products people rely on. This policy hurts nearly ALL Americans. And is it any surprise that no one considered whether U.S. Customs had the manpower, equipment, or space to handle it? I mentioned this exact concern to someone, and…

Sometimes life throws you a curveball... or in my case, a cat med mix-up! 🐾😳 In my attempt to multitask while exhausted, I accidentally took Boo Boo’s meds and had to call poison control. Spoiler: I’m fine, but the story is worth a read (and a laugh).

So…fun story (in hindsight…). The other night, in a dazzling display of multitasking while operating on pure exhaustion, I accidentally took my cat’s medication. 😳 Yep. I DID THAT. Here’s the kicker: two of Boo Boo’s meds are for blood pressure—perfect for him, but not so great for me. I’m already on two blood pressure meds myself (for off-label uses—they actually make my already low blood…

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When your windshield wipers quit mid-drive, it’s not just a car issue—it’s a metaphor for life’s unexpected roadblocks. #TrustTheProcess #EverydayChaos #FindingBlessings

There I was, heading to physical therapy, when my windshield wipers decided to audition for their last hurrah. At first, they waved enthusiastically—proud little soldiers, and I drove off, completely forgetting about their affliction. Then, as I hit the road, they gradually slowed, stuttered, and shuddered their final farewell, stopping dead center on my windshield. Out of cell range, I…

Today was full of spilled tea, traffic jams, and allergy flare-ups. But even on chaotic days, I still have to show up—for myself, for my creative spirit, and for life’s messy, unfiltered moments. It doesn’t have to be brilliant—just finished.

Is life ever truly pretty??? This was my journal entry for 12/11/24, at 11 pm. Today’s journal entry feels more like a word garbage dump—and that’s putting it lightly, but it’s the best representation of my day that I can muster. I got home late last night, so started this day rushing to get the cat happy before heading to Seattle for my rheumatology appointment. On my way there, I decided to…

🎭 Tech struggles got you ranting to your shower wall? Same. 🤦‍♀️ As an artist trying to navigate the digital labyrinth of "intuitive" platforms, I've got stories. Drop by my latest blog post for a laugh (or cry) and share your own tech horror tales! 🖤

🎭 Confessions of a Creative in Tech Limbo 🎭 Picture this: you’re face-to-face with a colossal mythical beast bearing 17 writhing heads, all named “Settings.” Each head promises the key to liberation, but instead hisses menacingly, spits out confusing archaic prompts, and leads you into a labyrinth of unintelligible pathways—all pointing to yet another diabolical head no mystic ever warned you…

It’s the little things that ground us—tiny rituals that bridge the past with the present, giving us strength for the future. What small act keeps you going each day? Read my morning reflection here:

I embrace you, your warmth softening my cold, stiff hands. I draw you in, inhaling the fragrance of mornings long past. Bitter. Nostalgic. You carry whispers of my grandmother, her delicate ritual— me drawing, her sipping. You were there, your warmth invigorating her as she faced her own chain of problems. Now, like her, I sip. Still bitter, yet somehow, I love you. Thank you for…

Ever had one of those nights where everything that could go wrong, does? My water bottle decided to go rogue and turn my purse into a mini ocean—right on my bed. 😩 Add a sick kitty, some soggy chargers, and voilà: my life right now.

My Portable Swimming Pool Did you know Lucille Ball is a distant cousin of mine? I’m pretty sure the universe is reminding me of that fact right now, because this level of chaos has to be genetic. You know those moments when you think, “Surely, this night can’t get more ridiculous”? And then the universe is like, “Hold my towel”? Yeah, that’s me. 17 ounces of water never seems like much when…

Think someone you know might be brainwashed? 🧠💥 Or maybe you've heard a faint inner voice questioning your own objectivity? Here are 10 surprising signs to look for—and what they might reveal about all of us. Click to read!

Are You Thinking for Yourself? It’s easy to call out brainwashing in others—but what about in ourselves? True critical thinking requires self-reflection and a willingness to question not just the world, but our own perspectives. A friend once told me, “If you think you’re not prejudiced, then you are,” and I think the same applies to free thinking. If you automatically assume you’re thinking for…

So if you only read one thing I write over the next six months, let it be this: Love is not passive. Love is not complacent. Love is not safe. It’s radical. It’s transformative. And it’s the only thing that will truly save us—

Remember back in 2020 when I was calling Trump the antichrist? I watched as people I know—many of them Christians—descended into what I saw as moral depravity, rallying around someone whose actions and words seemed to contradict everything I understood about faith, kindness, and compassion. I still can’t fully understand the blindness I see in his “Christian” followers. I am a Christian. I am…

You know when life hands you lemons, but instead of lemonade, you get a migraine, gastrointestinal acrobatics, and windshield wipers that unionize mid-shift? Yeah. That was my last 48+ hours. Buckle up. First, the good news: Mom’s home from Arizona for a week, and I’m not in trouble for the house smelling like Eau de Cat Urine. Huge sigh of relief. The bad news? I made curry, and apparently, she…

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🌟 Hey friends! Big news: my shiny new Buy Now button is officially live! 🎉 Yay!!! I’ve been deep in the trenches of building my new Shopify store (picture me wrestling slimy tech gremlins🤯), and I’m thrilled to share that my part of my collection of original phone cases is ready for you to explore! 📱✨ Setting this up has been quite the convoluted journey, but I’ve been thinking of all of you, my…