But it’s not just serial killers who think the way they do — In the past week I’ve spent an exorbitant amount of time devouring Prodigal Son on Netflix. In fact, I’m losing sleep so I can watch it as fast as I can. If you’ve never heard of it, it’s a drama in which the son of an infamous serial killer is…

Living with blinders on makes the world a darker place — Trigger warning: This is a tragic story with a few graphic details that may be too much for some. It was a recent Monday afternoon when I received a text from a dog-walking friend in my condo building. She lives on the second floor, I’m on the top floor. Her…

It’s like continuing education and therapy all rolled into one ball of fur — I don’t know how other mid-lifers feel but the older I get the more adverse to social media I become. It is no longer an amusing place where you can just throw a post or video up. It has become a technological labyrinth and a narcissist’s jungle gym. You have…

Decoding one writer’s profile for inspiration — Do you ever click on the profiles of writers you read here? I know many people have clicked on mine because I have received countless comments about my blurb over the years. They all say they love, “Write like no one is reading because it might be true.” Occasionally, I…

Because you certainly don’t have the guts to do it in person — Each morning you sit down with a piping hot cup of coffee worthy of its own Nescafe commercial. You’re sitting in your favorite armchair with the dreamy view beside the window, preparing for your daily scroll. Whether it be Facebook or a community-based writing platform such as this one, each…

I’ve never met a dollar I didn’t like — I just arrived home from a mani/pedi appointment, riddled with guilt. I haven’t indulged in any form of self-care since before the pandemic. In fact, I’ve been wearing the same four pairs of sweatpants for two years. …

Your bra drawer abruptly turns militant — I opened my bra drawer the other day and thought, “Damn. How does this suddenly look like my grandma’s house?” When I was a kid I used to poke at the stiff twin peaks in my grandmother’s drawer and wonder if that’s what being a grownup meant. I’d never really…

But you buy it anyway because it’s the kind thing to do — The other day I was cleaning out my car and found a bottle opener in the glove compartment. Finding it brought me back to the exact time and place where I bought it. It was many years ago in Jamaica. It’s the most generic souvenir one can buy and for…

Wear sunscreen and you might not have to tell the same lie — Never had I felt more guilty about traveling than when my dermatologist told me I had Basal Cell Carcinoma. WTF even is that? For some reason, the word carcinoma sounds terminal to me. He asked me if I’d ever been a frequent tanning bed user and I replied, “No, but…