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The Sisters of Caldwell Street
At the very end of Caldwell Street in Piqua, Ohio, stood a grand old house painted a deep, mysterious midnight blue. Its steep mansard roof rose proudly into the sky, and its dormer windows peeked out like curious eyes watching… Continue reading

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A Recovery Story No One Asked For
I’m just going to level with you: recovering from gallbladder surgery is trash. Absolute garbage. Zero stars. Would not recommend. Anyone who chirps, “Oh you’ll feel so much better afterward!” is lying straight to your face. Boldly. Confidently. With their… Continue reading

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Gallbladder? I Hardly Know Her! (The Saga Continues)
If you think this gallbladder drama feels like a never‑ending Netflix series that refuses to be canceled—trust me, SAME. I was living inside the world’s worst medical soap opera, and every episode was titled “Why Am I Still Here?” So… Continue reading

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🏥 Welcome to the Gallbladder Games: Hospital Edition 🏥
(May the odds be ever in your IV.) I left off last time as I was being rolled down the hospital hallway toward what would become my glamorous new Airbnb for the next couple of days: my hospital room. I… Continue reading

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Part 4: MY GALLBLADDER: THE DRAMA QUEEN WHO REFUSED TO DIE QUIETLY
My gallbladder saga has officially become longer than a Netflix limited series. Honestly, at this point it deserves its own theme song, cast reunion, and behind‑the‑scenes documentary. That tiny, spicy, demon‑filled organ made my life a living hell for MONTHS.… Continue reading

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THE DAY OHIO TRIED TO YEET ME BACK TO THE 1800s
It was a cold March afternoon—the kind of cold where the wind isn’t just blowing, it’s out there auditioning for The Exorcist, trying to rip trees out of the ground and fling lawn ornaments into orbit. Garden gnomes were flying… Continue reading

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✨ THE DAY MY CURLS FILED A COMPLAINT AND QUIT ✨
My hair has officially entered its villain era. Apparently, being stuck in a hospital bed for several days was all it needed to say, “You know what? I’m done,” pack its little follicle suitcase, and abandon every ounce of dignity… Continue reading








