The Dolly Mama Diaries
I can replay a conversation, reconsider a decision, and examine something from seventeen different angles. By angle eighteen, I’m tired, confused, and no closer to an answer. Maybe we don’t need a ...
Relaxing Shouldn’t Be This Much Work
Why is relaxing without guilt so much work? Before I can read a book or pick up a paintbrush, Judge Joey demands evidence that I’ve earned it. Apparently, happiness needs a permission slip.
I’ve been called stubborn since birth. Sometimes that leads to a shaved head and a pink bow. Other times, it leads to the Dolly Mamas.
Stress and Anxiety Are Nothing New – We Just Finally Named It
Nobody talked about stress when I was growing up. We didn't have anxiety — we had Tuesdays. A funny, honest look at how far we've come... and why we're stronger than we think.
My Ego Thinks I'm Amazing. My Anxiety Would Like a Word.
I can convince myself I should be running the country — and five minutes later, I apologize to a self-checkout machine. Nobody has it all together. They're just better at hiding the junk drawer.