I love to travel, try new foods, ingest caffeine, and watch political news coverage. A psychologist by training trying to bring a little common sense to it all.
People love to say, “The universe has a plan.” Okay. But has anyone checked if the universe filed the right paperwork? Because sometimes it feels like my request for cosmic justice got stuck in interstellar HR. No call back. No follow-up email. Nada. But here’s the thing: the […]
I just got back from Antigua—and yes, I know it’s officially Antigua and Barbuda, but I didn’t make it to the second half of that party, so let’s just focus on where I was, shall we? Here’s the thing: I had no itinerary. No spreadsheet. No bullet-pointed “Top […]
The sun and I? We’ve been in a long-term, complicated relationship. The kind where one of us shows up hot, bright, and full of promise… and the other ends up with heat rashes on their pinkie. Yes, my pinkie. Don’t ask me how that’s even possible. It’s as […]
I am a dog person. Through and through. 100% bark-over-meow certified. I love their loyalty, their goofy excitement over the mundane, and the way they flop over dramatically like life is a stage and they’re the main act (which they are). I have three. They’re my ride-or-die snuggle […]
There I was, ready to write the most insightful, witty, culturally relevant blogpost ever. It was going to be fire. Viral. A masterpiece. And then… Poof.Gone. All my thoughts flew off with the birdies outside my window. Literally. One minute I was brewing a metaphor, the next, I […]
Does karma have a deadline? It’s a question I keep circling back to like that leftover Tupperware you keep meaning to clean out but instead just open, smell, and regret. I believe in karma. I do. Firmly. Deeply. With Bronx-born intensity. I believe what you put out there […]
Some days, I work from home. Some days, I try to work from home. And some days, I resign myself to the fact that my dachshund is actually the one running the house. Because he will bark. At. Nothing. A speck of dust? Bark. A leaf that dared […]
I am, without a doubt, a walking buffet for bugs. Mosquitoes see me and roll out the red carpet. I don’t know what it is—my blood type, my Bronx-born bravado, or just the sheer deliciousness of my aura—but to bugs, I’m five-star dining. Meanwhile, my travel companions are […]
This week, I kept a promise. Not to a friend, not to a coworker, not to the dentist I keep ghosting. No, this one was just for me. And let me tell you—keeping a promise to yourself hits different. Like finding the perfect avocado on the first try […]
Well, I did it. I bought a hammock. Not just any hammock. A two-person, takes-up-most-of-the-balcony, vaguely-intimidating-yet-totally-inviting hammock. It arrived like a soft, swinging declaration: Mimi is getting serious about rest! Now, let me set the scene: It’s not some sprawling backyard with birds chirping and a breeze whispering […]
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