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  • Travel as Therapy: How Exploration Fuels Healing and Self-Discovery

    There’s a moment—when you’re driving down a backroad in New Mexico, wind whipping through the car windows, your playlist hitting just right, the road open and endless—where something inside you lets go. Maybe it’s anxiety. Maybe it’s grief. Maybe it’s just the pressure of being the version of yourself everyone else is used to. Whatever

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  • Road Trip Essentials: My Non-Negotiable Items for Surviving Long Drives

    I love a good road trip in theory. The open road, the promise of adventure, the illusion of freedom—what’s not to romanticize? But let’s be honest: once you’ve sat in the same position for six hours, subsisting on gas station snacks and Bluetooth arguments over who gets to DJ, the glamor fades. Quickly. Still, there’s

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  • I Caught a Contagious Strain of the Gay (And Other Excellent Excuses to Skip a Function)

    There are few things more terrifying than an invitation that includes the phrase “just a casual get-together.” It’s never casual. It’s an ambush disguised as hospitality. And while some brave souls RSVP yes like social daredevils, others—like me—begin crafting excuses with the dedication of a method actor preparing for Broadway. Recently, I skipped a party

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  • Why My Inner Monologue Is More Dramatic Than Any TV Show

    Some people’s inner monologues are like gentle background music. Mine is a full-blown Emmy-nominated HBO drama with a six-season arc, two spin-offs, and a behind-the-scenes documentary about how it almost killed the lead actor. At any given moment, I’m simultaneously narrating, critiquing, catastrophizing, and monologuing like I’m auditioning for a Grey’s Anatomy finale. There are

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  • Why My Dog Daisy Is a Better Therapist Than Most Humans (No Offense, Therapists)

    Let me preface this by saying I’ve had some amazing therapists over the years. Compassionate, thoughtful, expensive. Very expensive. The kind of expensive that makes you question if crying in a parking lot might just be more cost-effective. But as much as I respect the professionals—and I do—none of them hold a candle to the

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  • Sweet November Revisited: When a Movie Hits Too Close to Home

    There are movies that age like milk, movies that age like wine, and then there are movies that just sit quietly in your emotional pantry until one day you reopen them and realize—oh. Oh, I didn’t know this would hit so damn hard. Sweet November is one of those for me. Now, before I get

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  • Wakanda Forever and the Weight of a Legacy: A Reflection on Black Panther 1 & 2

    Some movies entertain you. Others change you. Black Panther did both. When it hit theaters in 2018, I knew it would be big. Marvel doesn’t really do small. But what I wasn’t prepared for was the seismic cultural shift it would create, the emotional gut punch it would deliver, or the tears I’d cry five

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  • Succession Proved Wealth Is the Ugliest Horror Genre

    Forget haunted houses. You want a real horror story? Give me four miserable billionaires locked in a penthouse, playing emotional Hunger Games with Daddy’s approval while the world burns below them. Succession didn’t just redefine prestige television—it redefined terror. Not with jump scares or ghosts, but with power, proximity, and poison dressed in Tom Ford

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  • The Joys of a Bad Movie: A Masterclass in Unintentional Comedy

    Let’s be honest: there are few things more satisfying than a truly terrible movie. Not “meh” movies—the bland, uninspired, forgettable kind that evaporate from your mind the moment the credits roll—but bad movies. The ones that swing for the cinematic fences and miss so hard they knock over the popcorn machine. I’m talking about films

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  • Why My Favorite Band Is Niche (And Yours Should Be Too)

    You probably haven’t heard of them. No really—my favorite band is so niche, I’m pretty sure I’m personally responsible for at least 37% of their Spotify streams. Their concerts feel like secret society meetings, their lyrics sound like they were pulled from the fever dream of a sad poet with ADHD, and their merch is

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