I thought I swallowed a balloon. Turns out it was just a Saturday.

There’s a moment in every perimenopausal woman’s life where she questions everything: her skincar...

(a brain fog memoir from inside the hormonal fog machine)

Not to brag, but I once had a fully functioning memory. I could actually finish sentences.

I know. Pretty...

(a memoir in snacks, pyjamas & irrational rage)

At some point recently, possibly while yelling at my indoor plants for “looking thirsty again”, I had to admit somet...