I felt called to record one last episode before the year ended — from my bed, late at night, with a lot on my heart. This episode is about choosing my word for 2026 and why “receive” feels both right and wildly uncomfortable.

We talk about letting go of force, stopping the uphill push, and trusting that you don’t have to chase what’s already finding you. I share why receiving isn’t quitting — it’s allowing — plus how music holds memories of people, not just moments, and the playlist I made called Songs That Make Me Think of Others.

This is a quiet reflection on growth, trust, and entering the new year open instead of braced.

If you have a word for the year, I’d love to hear it.

The holidays are here, my emotions are loud, and I’m showing up exactly as I am — messy moments included. After shelving a previously recorded episode that didn’t feel right, I open up about blended-family dynamics, holiday exhaustion, hormones, and how an innocent Uno game turned into a full-blown feelings spiral. It’s a candid reflection on wanting to be seen, carrying the mental load, and why Love Actually perfectly captures the complicated, imperfect love that defines this season.

I’m back after an unplanned two-week break filled with jello shots, favorite-food Thanksgiving, and a whole lot of rest. Things with J-Man are going so well it’s actually making me a little uncomfortable — apparently “safe and stable” is a new relationship skill I’m learning. And because the universe won’t let my life get too calm, the Colorado singles pages delivered absolute chaos: a man seeking a left-handed, light-eyed short Mexican unicorn, another claiming to make $300K a month, and a lineup of wildly inappropriate messages and bathroom-mirror crimes. It’s a mix of growth, gratitude, and the internet being... the internet.

This week, the universe threw me into a full-on cosmic spin cycle. Between opening a life-changing navigation center for the City of Aurora and navigating the Northern Lights energy, every man from my romantic archives decided to resurface — the one-date wonder, the post-divorce almost-relationship, even an ex’s ex-wife. Oh, and J-Man showed up for me in the sweetest way.

It was emotional, bizarre, meaningful, and honestly… kind of magical. Join me as I unpack the chaos, the connections, and what happens when the universe decides to remind you exactly where you’ve been — and how far you’ve come.

I’m not stalking, I’m just researching — that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. This week I went down a LinkedIn hole, found out the lieutenant got married, and had one of those “holy sh*t” moments that makes you question everything. But don’t worry, I balance the heavy stuff with some of the most cringe-worthy singles posts you’ve ever heard — from men offering “stay pretty” allowances to guys describing themselves as ointment for your scars. You can’t make this stuff up.

This week, I’m getting real about the moment I accidentally told one of J-Man’s friends I might love him — and then completely spiraled. I started questioning what “I love you” really means and why my instinct was to retreat the second I felt vulnerable. It’s a story about fear, honesty, and learning to stay open even when it feels uncomfortable. Plus: burr baskets, Venmo stalking, and why overthinking might just be my love language.

You know it’s a full weekend when I meet the friends, get called by the ex’s name, and still end up fielding a drunk text from my former situationship. I’m navigating the highs of new-relationship milestones and the lows of late-night nonsense — all while reminding myself that boundaries aren’t ultimatums and that 1 a.m. is officially past my flirting hours.

From Boomers’ love letters to Gen Z’s video dates, I’m exploring how each generation finds connection — and what still matters most. Featuring a nod to Diane Keaton, a healthy relationship check-in, and a Denver edition of Love Is Blind gossip.

This week, I’m talking about that weird mix of joy and panic that hits when things start to feel too good to be true. From a dream breakup in Vegas to realizing I don’t have to follow anyone else’s rules for love or life, I’m learning what it means to build something healthy—my way. Oh, and just wait until you hear how my 13-year-old totally out-romanced me with a “boo basket.”

Sam’s late-night text proves some men never learn—if you can’t say sorry, don’t say anything. But this episode isn’t just about eye-roll moments. I also finish telling the hardest story I’ve carried: my time with the Lieutenant, the choices I made, and the assault that changed everything. It’s raw, it’s real, and it’s part of why I value the kindness I have in my life now.