It seems the right time in our society for me to say as publicly as possible what I've been repeating for years: I am a feminist.

Flu season means fever dreams, and fever dreams…well, they’re their own kind of crazy, no? While home sick last week, it was impossible to keep track of all the dreams, but a couple definitely stood out.

This morning, America woke up with a new president. I'm writing this before that happens,  with trepidation in my mind, and hope in my heart. Not hope for any particular outcome (I mean, duh, I hope Harris wins), but hope for how we go on afterwards, regardless.

While you're putting the final touches on your costume and trying not to eat the candy before the kids come, I want to add a couple more celebrations to your schedule. There's a trifecta of holidays hitting tomorrow, so get ready to party!

Shout out to warm, sunny autumn days! It feels luxurious to be skipping socks and heading out in a tank top in October. Frankly, if winter was like this, I could more easily tolerate the late sunrises and early sunsets.

Nine years ago, I realized that a membership to the MMFA was pretty affordable. Entrance for two adults is about $40, while an annual membership for me plus a guest is about $100. No brainer.

A few years ago I had a dream that was pretty weird, even for me. I was laying in a coffin, fully alive, surrounded by loved ones, preparing for death. I wasn't old, and I didn't feel sick, but that's how the dream started, and it felt like this had been well-planned.

Alright kids, let's talk about mental health. I'm in a weird funk, and the best way I know to deal with it is openly, honestly, and hopefully in a way that resonates.

We've all heard the term big fish in a small pond, or the alternative small fish in a big pond, but I wonder how much we really think about it. Okay, so in this analogy, we’re all fish. (For some reason there's no human saying for this.)

This one is for the workers. Not the CEOs or majority shareholders, not the landlords or millionaire influencers, but the workers. This is for the phone jockeys, the hustlers, the baristas, and the cubicle dwellers: I see you.