Are you there, God? It’s me Jyl. It’s me Jyl and, for the third time in five months, I am back on the healing couch. Also, are you mad at me?
TV Wars. Or is it Streaming?
I know I am of a different generation than my children, but there are still topics on which I refuse to accept side-eyes that scream, “Ok, Boomer.” Take my favorite past time.
The benefits of a work hiatus? More free time. The "maybe this isn't a benefit?" More free space! Welcome to my brain.
The Quietest Place on Earth
A tale of how I closed my eyes and jumped in feet first, fears be damned. Did I have to jump into the clear waters of the Carribean? Maybe not. But I sure won’t tell my family that.
It was just a few weeks ago that a friend of mine called to chat and suggested that she run away from home with no forwarding address. Been there, thought that. Who hasn’t? We can all admit an urge to flee from our children occasionally, can’t we?
DABDA Should Have More Letters
DABDA should have more letters. Like S or C or Q and whatever else is needed for the “sitting alone eating chips & queso” stage.
Pimp My Prose
When I decided to write a book three years ago, I wasn't kidding (although I did think it would only take a minute). You are never too old for new goals.
My Husband Doesn’t Nap Right.
I love a good nap. I love an average nap. I have mastered all of the naps. Now, if I could just get my husband on board.
Who Dunne Wrong?
A controversial Monday thought: I think we do, as women, have a responsibility for how we project ourselves and, as a result, how men look at us.
The Meatball that Saved Our Marriage.
At the end of each year, I like to reflect back on the moments that shaped it for me. In 2022, a frozen meatball saved our marriage.