Snacks and Sarcasm

I took my kids to Disneyland expecting magic. Instead I got a full audit of fictional character credibility and a child actively avoiding a Sith Lord. No notes.

Guys… I accidentally became locally famous at Kohl’s this week.
It started with me trying to return a rug (which turned into an Olympic-level folding event), briefly made me a retail legend… but I got humbled real quick.

If you’ve ever had a main character moment followed by instant humility… welcome. You’re in the right place.

My kids asked where cuss words come from… and somehow within minutes, we had blamed religion, history, and at least one completely innocent child.

In this episode, I attempt to answer a simple question and instead spiral into one of the most chaotic (and hilarious) conversations we’ve had in the car. We’re talking about where “bad words” actually come from, how language got so dramatic, and why I should probably stop trying to explain things to my kids altogether.

If you’ve ever tried to have a normal conversation with kids and ended up questioning everything… this one’s for you.

I had a plan. It was a good plan. A simple plan.

That plan is no longer with us.

Instead, I accidentally wrote a book, destroyed my floors with popcorn, and proved (once again) that I cannot keep things simple.

Honestly… this feels on brand.

I really walked into a “favorite things” party thinking I nailed it.

Like… confident. Excited. Proud of my choices.

Everyone else brought cute, thoughtful, slightly boujee things.

And I showed up with potatoes.

But honestly? I stand by it. Potatoes are elite. Versatile. Reliable. Emotionally supportive.

Anyway, I’ve now been labeled the “potato friend,” people randomly send me potato content, and I’m not entirely sure how I got here.

So if you’ve ever confidently misunderstood something and committed WAY too hard… this one’s for you.

Ever been woken up at 3 a.m. by a tiny child silently staring at you in the dark?Terrifying.

This week I’m running on very little sleep thanks to nightmares, nighttime parenting, and the general chaos of kids’ brains after dark.

Which somehow turned into a deep dive on dreams — including the night terrors my son used to have, the recurring witch that haunted my childhood dreams for years, and a friend who dreams in full musicals.

Also we address the important question: why does every idea you have in a dream feel brilliant… until you read it the next morning?

Basically: dreams are weird, sleep is a rumor, and apparently birds cannot be trusted.

This week’s episode is about confidence — specifically, the kind that exists without supporting skills.

If you’ve ever confidently made the wrong decision and committed fully anyway… you’re in good company.

Grab a snack, settle in, and let’s embrace the chaos together.

Fair warning: today I need to vent. The funny kind of venting, not the therapy kind. We're talking about Valentine's Day somehow making me feel things against my will, going back to yoga KNOWING FULL WELL what was going to happen, and several other things that should not irritate me as much as they do but absolutely do. Grab your snacks. Let's commiserate.

Valentine’s Day: a holiday that started with martyrs, fertility festivals, and jailhouse notes - and somehow ended with me hot-gluing cardboard animals for my kids. Join me as I rant, ramble, and reluctantly admit… maybe I kind of love this holiday.

You know that fight or flight response? Mine's more of an 'oh yeah? WATCH ME' response. And it's gotten me into some... situations. I have a long history of accepting dumb dares. Today we're talking about being dangerously competitive, the challenges that almost killed me, and how the challenges look very different now that I'm older. Spoiler: I'm losing to my own body now. Tune in for stories, regret, and zero lessons learned.