Overflowing trash, bad attitudes, missing common sense, and one woman whose last nerve has officially clocked out. 😂☕ A hilariously relatable look at everyday pet peeves—and why sometimes the little things aren't really so little.

An unexpected journey through motherhood, a little redheaded firecracker, and the beautiful new chapter of becoming Nana. Somewhere between raising three daughters, surviving the teenage years, and wondering how in the world time managed to move so quickly, something happened. My baby is having a baby. And not just any baby. A little boy. My very first grandson. His name is Jayce Lee Curnett. 💙 And before I tell you about this precious little man who already has our entire f

October wears another color besides orange. 🎀 This Breast Cancer Awareness Month, we’re honoring the fighters, celebrating survivors, remembering those we’ve lost, and reminding ourselves that awareness is more than a ribbon. Let the pink mean something.

Remember the little things that made growing up in the 80s unforgettable—from Saturday morning cartoons and mall trips to cassette tapes, Pizza Hut and long phone cords. A funny, nostalgic trip back to the memories we didn't know we'd miss.

Some days aren’t about breakthroughs, productivity, or getting your whole life together. Sometimes an ordinary, messy day is enough—and it still counts. 💗

Fall is officially here, which means cozy blankets, coffee, scary movies, s’mores and finally fewer bugs. 😂🍂 Here are my favorite cozy fall essentials for enjoying the best season from the comfort of home.

You can love someone deeply and still feel lonely in your marriage. Somewhere between bills, responsibilities, stress and simply surviving life, we lost pieces of us. This is about missing the person who's still right beside you—and believing you can find each other again. ❤️

I swore I'd never become the adult yelling about lights, thermostats, toilet paper and grocery bags. Then I started paying bills. 😂 Turns out the adults might've had a point.

Family gatherings used to mean packed houses, cookouts, holidays and people who simply showed up. Somewhere along the way, that changed. A reflection on family, growing apart and choosing to keep the door open. 🌸

Football season has officially taken over—and somehow it brought fall decor with it. 🏈🍂 From game-day snacks and hosting finds to cozy blankets, candles and one completely unnecessary Highland cow, here are a few favorites for making the season a little more fun. 😂

We survived dial-up internet, streetlight curfews, landlines, Blockbuster nights and disposable cameras—and somehow thought all of it was completely normal. 😂 Take a nostalgic trip back to childhood in the 90s and early 2000s.

We’re stressed about money, groceries cost a fortune, and somehow the iced coffee still makes it into the budget. 😂 Here’s why “little treats” hit differently when everything else feels financially out of reach.

pooky season has officially taken over. From creepy yard decor and floating candles to cozy bat blankets and the Halloween candy I refuse to share, these are the Halloween finds that actually made my list. 🎃👻

When survival takes most of your time, money and energy, when exactly are you supposed to start living? A real look at financial stress, guilt, freedom and wanting enough breathing room to simply enjoy your life.

Where’s the remote? What’s the Wi-Fi password? What bills are due? Somehow one person becomes the keeper of everything—and being the household search engine is a whole mental load of its own. 😂

I’m sick. I feel like crap. And somehow my brain still thinks I should be keeping up. What happens when resting feels like falling behind—and “doing enough” never seems to feel like enough?

My body can be sitting perfectly still while my brain runs through everything I need to remember, fix, check, and do. When your mind never really clocks out, what does rest actually look like?

Somewhere along the way, staying home became easier than showing up. I thought I was protecting my peace, but maybe I was protecting myself from living, too. This is about finding the pieces of myself I tucked away—and slowly letting them back out.

There’s a difference between being needed and being wanted. Sometimes you don’t want to be valued for everything you do—you just want someone to notice you, choose you, and care for you without having to ask.

People see the moment you finally walk away, but they don’t see the chances, forgiveness, tears, and heartbreak that came before it. Sometimes choosing yourself means finally closing the door.