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there were worries. there were tolls. babe.

ep 66 is rock bottoms are for champions: moving back home at 35, crying in the costco parking lot after a job interview, driving 47 minutes for a man who said “maybe,” and selling the pink couch from the business you built. breakups, job loss, burnout, and starting over without a perfect comeback story.

plus: i’m still in belmont, cosplaying rich in somebody else’s gorgeous office, figuring out life after closing my studio, and crying at strangers being good to each other. phil stutz and to be magnetic are in the rotation.

reading what fell apart and what happened next.

you can miss him. we’re not paying another toll, babe.

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your friend took him back. unfortunately, you still remember he was a dickhead.

this week: supporting the friend whose ex you still can’t f*ing stand, a birthday dinner where nobody "apparently" knows the birthday girl, a boss who wants honesty until you’re honest, and wanting christmas with your friends without a family guilt intervention.

plus: i’m in boston, it’s 36 degrees, i’ve been watching stutz, and we’re talking about closing the studio, what’s next for saltdrop, and thirty days of writing on substack.

send me what you’re stuck on: [email protected]. don’t forget the pod.

someone being unhappy with your choice doesn’t automatically mean you did something wrong, babe.

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they didn't die. they stopped texting. babe.

ep 64 is the second annual ghost stories: the hairstylist of eight years who vanished, then posted a giveaway for her "loyal clients." the situationship who went quiet in april and got engaged three weeks later with a sunset caption. the ex who left her good hair dryer in a trader joe's bag outside the door while his mom still texts every sunday about cardigans. a "hi there!" that showed up four months after a heart reaction. a confession from the ghost himself. the roommate who left her cat and venmo requested half the brita. and the hinge date who went to the bathroom and never came back.

plus: I shaved my head (my britney moment, supervised by my bestie), I watched harry potter three twice because Darius fell asleep 20 minutes in, I'm heading to boston to relaunch SaltDrop, the holiday sitcom episodes that raised me, and the general foods international coffee lady at her window, celebrating the moments of her life.

send me your ghost story, or the time you were the ghost: [email protected]. don't forget the pod. anonymous always.

silence is a complete sentence, babe.

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when's the last time you said "no worries if not" and actually meant it? exactly. (there were worries. there were so many worries.)

this week the inbox is all about asking for the thing without feeling like a burden. the girl who invited her boyfriend to the holiday party with two exclamation points and then iced him for two days. the raise request that apologized four times. the strong friend crying in a trader joe's parking lot. the hairdresser who keeps giving her bangs (and gets tipped 25% for it). a 34 year old who just wants her mom to say she's proud. the introvert doing laps around cvs so his girlfriend doesn't think he's leaving. the wife who wants him to plan ONE date (a sandwich in the park is fine). and a new mom typing at 3:40am who needs her husband to take one night feeding.

plus halloweentown season is officially open, a knife sharpening party bus in fort greene, an old man with a cane joins my workout in the park, and a court tv case where the apple watch snitched.

say the ask. give the reason. let them show you who they are.

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he said "k." you need medical attention. babe.

ep 62 is the tiny thing that suddenly gets a badge and a task force: the best friend who's been "free next week" since june, the story-watcher who was "slammed," the roommate saying nothing's wrong in a voice that says everything is, and the birthday ruined by the wrong frosting.

plus: the inbox is in a folder called "later," Vito is a union boss in a fur coat, and nobody should be walking through nyc floodwater in sandals.

send me the little thing you can't let go: [email protected]. anonymous always.

it's never about the cat food, babe.

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she said it in 2019. you’re still thinking about it. babe.

ep 61 is the comment that moved into your brain and started paying rent: the mall girl who called the black leggings “brave” and accidentally ran one woman’s workout wardrobe for seven years. “you’re prettier in person” and a camera that has a case against you. the boss who called her sweet instead of promotable. the ex who decided she was not a beach person and almost got custody of the entire atlantic. and the birthday-dinner friend who turned one girl into a whole comedy set before the pasta came out.

plus: SaltDrop is back in Fort Greene Park, Gibney is next, I taught on concrete like I had never met a joint before, Darius made hibiscus tea and I drank the whole thing, and the interrogation people need to stop talking before they land themselves in a different zip code.

send me the thing somebody said that still lives in your body: [email protected]. anonymous always.

you do not have to stop caring, babe. just take your keys back.

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it's SIXTY, girls. the sequel to the one you keep sending each other — and this time the question has a second half: you found out whose dream it was. now what? some of you left, some of you stayed on purpose (in a walk-in cooler), one of you wrote back from denver with the fridge note coming down. also: a flood watch, a funeral, and the leash-belt community must be stopped. email me! [email protected]

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he stepped on your foot. and you said sorry. babe, we need to talk.

ep 59 is people pleasing: the girl who apologized to her own reflection at sephora (twice). the "no worries if not!!" text that left her without heat for six weeks. the bride who said sorry to her maid of honor for being busy — at her wedding. the finance girl who counted 31 sorrys in one workday. manchester checking in for an entire nation of apologizers. and J, 54, who finally said "no. i love you, and no" to her sister after twelve years — what it cost, and what it gave back.

plus the journal verdict is IN — the court got overruled and one of you found door number three — and the sorry i almost said this week to people who didn't earn one.

"no" is a complete sentence. i learned it from my guru, paige desorbo. we practice today.

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the story your friends request at every dinner… be honest, babe. it starts on a floor.

ep 58 is rock bottom to DIAMOND, live from my apartment for the first time ever — the cats are the studio audience, and yes, Vito has his own passport before i have mine. the potato verdicts are IN: the court has ruled, and the potatoes may finally rest.

then your floors: the self-checkout meltdown that now opens her first dates (the onion has three second dates to its name). "i am the coffee." MELBOURNE with a python in the roof — "which here is called Tuesday." and a woman writing from inside chapter one, under the glow-in-the-dark stars her dad hung when she was seven.

NEW JURY DUTY: she read her roommate's journal at rock bottom and found out the roommate was secretly paying her utilities. does she confess to say thank you? verdicts to [email protected] — anonymous always.

you weren't buried, babe. you were under pressure.

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the same dream. again. babe, it's been YEARS — and your brain keeps sending it for a reason.

ep 57 is the recurring dream episode: the ex who keeps showing up in a kitchen being polite (sir, this is a subconscious). the teeth. the chase that stopped when she stopped. a whole CPA failing high school math once a month (what does mrs. patterson WANT from her). the dream that retired and she misses it?? and a door that stayed locked for twenty years… and just unlocked in february. bring something to hold.

also in this one: the plaid man who laughed at me as a child (the set designer for my dreams and reality had their budget cut — same fabric, and my mother made me KEEP WEARING THE COAT), the pantry i visit three times a week (i love you, stephanie), your boy officially has a COLUMN in a magazine (hi, Peninsula — carrie could never), and my bestie's scan came back GREAT (the boob remains in retirement from jewelry, we love her).

send me your recurring dream + your interpretation, wrong answers preferred: [email protected]. anonymous always, nobody's getting clocked on my watch. and start sending PICTURES, babe — the invoices are open and i'm not a good visualizer.

some dreams are mail. some are visits. we opened both.

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