Before we get into it, you might be thinking, “Sup with the disco ball, Erin? Wouldn’t a spotlight image make more sense for this post?” Fair. But here’s the thing: a spotlight shines on one person. A disco ball? It…
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It was a warm Thursday morning, and I was lowkey hating life. Not the fact that I was alive, but because I wasn’t feeling alive. As a single woman—in life and in work—sometimes (oftentimes) I feel like there’s no way…
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Back in my pro cheerleading days, I wouldn’t tell anyone when I was auditioning—just in case I didn’t make the team. Not making it was common (kind of like layoffs in the Valley), but with my fragile early-twenties ego, I…
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Let’s be real. We’ve been deep lately—fasting, caregiving, sympathy spirals, and workplace wakeups. So today this post is a “grab your coffee and chuckle” moment, not a heavy lift. Where praise-hands-meets-petty, serving up validation and a sprinkle of low-key ministry.…
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Is it just me? Or do caregivers of parents get the short end of the stick, especially at work? Please don’t get it twisted–I’m not coming for parents of kids so let’s not go there. But let’s talk about the…
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