Ghosting, Survival Mode, and Why No Dog Has Ever Complained About My Communication
I got some hard feedback recently—from more than one person.Apparently… I’m not a great communicator.Oof.Right to the throat.If you know me, you know this is the hill I would’ve sworn I could die on: going there, getting real, saying the thing. Depth is my love language.So why am I suddenly the villain in a ghosting
The First Time I Saw Wicked, I Actually… Didn’t
We’re counting down to the second Wicked movie coming out, and the other night I said to Kelly, very earnestly:“Wait—there are two Wicked movies??”She blinked.“Yes,” she said. “There was a first one. We saw it together.”And I swear to you: I have zero memory of that film. Nothing. Not a green face, not a song,
“Molly, come home.” – by Molly Booker
Something has felt a bit off lately. Maybe it’s the move to Pittsburgh — this new house, this new rhythm, this new version of community. Maybe it’s being both student and teacher at Chatham University. Maybe it’s turning 50 — brain fog, weight shifts, temperature spikes — the whole premenopause parade.Probably yes to all of
