Brain fog. Trouble concentrating. Feeling like you're constantly a half-step behind in conversations. Exhausted after social situations that didn't used to drain you. If you're a woman of a certain age, you know exactly what I just described. Perimenopause. Obviously. Or maybe ADHD โ because apparently half of us are just now figuring out we've… Continue reading What I Kept Blaming on Perimenopause (And Why That’s Not an Accident)
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The Night My Brother Died, I Started Writing to Him
I started writing the night my brother died. Not because I had a plan, or because I thought it would become anything. I just didnโt know where else to put everything that was happening in my head. So I wrote to him. Iโm a neurodiverse writer, which basically means my brain doesnโt switch off neatly.… Continue reading The Night My Brother Died, I Started Writing to Him
The Luggage Cart I Never Used โ And What It Taught Me About Asking for Help
Photo by Magda Ehlers on Pexels.com I have been traveling internationally for over twenty years. I know how to navigate airports. I know how to pack light. I know how to move through a busy terminal with my bags and not miss a beat. So when a taxi driver in Koh Samui, Thailand loaded my… Continue reading The Luggage Cart I Never Used โ And What It Taught Me About Asking for Help
Meet Shawn: The Young Sib Who Made a Documentary โ And Why It Matters
Sometimes I stop and think about why I believe so deeply in Sibshops. And then something lands in my inbox that reminds me all over again. A mom recently shared a video with me โ made by her son, Shawn Torres-Viteri, a junior student who created a documentary for National History Day titled "The Amy… Continue reading Meet Shawn: The Young Sib Who Made a Documentary โ And Why It Matters
Why Siblings Donโt Talk About It
(Until Weโre With Other Siblings) Photo by Mid.art_for.memories on Pexels.com Last month, during the sibling roundtable conversation we posted, something happened that always happens when siblings gather. The tone shifted. Shoulders dropped.Voices softened.There was laughter โ the kind that only comes when you donโt have to explain the backstory. And I was reminded: Siblings donโt… Continue reading Why Siblings Donโt Talk About It
