The Dolly Mama Diaries
Getting older as a woman means changing bodies, shifting expectations, and learning to laugh through it all. Joey shares a funny, relatable look at aging, body image, and why “old” is always at lea...
Life Is Like Boobs: Friendship, Support, and Letting Go
Life is like a pair of boobs, and the people in our lives are the bras. Some lift you up. Some squeeze the life out of you. And some stop fitting long before we're ready to let them go.
When Life Doesn’t Go as Planned: Finding Hope.
I had a plan: marriage, 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, and my own advertising agency. Life looked at that plan and laughed. Now, at almost 63, I’m still figuring it out—one cup of coffee at a time.
When Life Doesn’t Go as Planned: Finding Hope.
I had a plan: marriage, 2.5 kids, a white picket fence, and my own advertising agency. Life looked at that plan and laughed. Now, at almost 63, I’m still figuring it out—one cup of coffee at a time.
The Day Oprah Shut Me Up (It Didn't Last)
I've been told my entire life that I talk too much. I disagree. But there was one moment — live on The Oprah Winfrey Show — when I had absolutely nothing to say. Here's that story, and why I've sto...
The Funny Side of Getting Older: A Dolly Mama Story
My filter isn't broken — it's clogged. A story about inherited humor, a stolen parking spot at Bloomingdale's, and why saying exactly what you think might just be the best perk of getting older.
Turns Out My Dolly Mama Was Right
I drew this Dolly Mama over twenty years ago. Back then I thought she was funny because… well… I was forty-one. Forty-one-year-old me didn't actually have wrinkles. Turns out she wasn't making a jo...
I'm Not Talking to Myself... I'm in a Meeting.
Somewhere between paying bills, raising kids, and remembering passwords, I started having full conversations with myself. Turns out I'm not crazy — I'm just over forty. And honestly? The meetings a...
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.