Confessions of a Hot Mess

Let’s talk about blocking. You know, that little button that somehow holds all the power of therapy, meditation and a yoga retreat combined. Because here’s…

“I just like everything about him,” I gushed to my friend, clutching my iced coffee like it could somehow absorb the sheer level of my…

“I don’t think I’ve had a healthy break up.”  I blurted out that line in the newsroom one afternoon, half-joking, half not. The room got…

This past Saturday, I found myself out with friends, enjoying a typical night of dancing and karaoke. That is, until I overheard something that took…