If a man’s dating profile says he is “open to short,” “open to long term,” “casual,” and “friendship” all at once, read it again. That is not a man keeping his options open. That is a man telling you, in writing, that you are an option. And you keep falling for it. He is not undecided. He is unbothered. He has no intention of choosing, …
Every June, the same script runs. Cards for dad. Posts about the man who taught you to ride a bike. Brunches and ties and “world’s best father” mugs. And somewhere in the middle of all of it sits a woman who did every single one of those things alone, watching a holiday celebrate a role she has been filling by herself for years. So let …
I took the 5 Love Languages quiz and it told me what I already knew. My love language is acts of service. No surprise there. I am practical. I am pragmatic. When it comes to love, actions speak louder than words, and acts of service fits me like a glove. I do not get butterflies over a paragraph in my texts. I get them when …
Welcome back to the Honey Bee Mindset (catch up with chapter one here). This week we are pulling apart one of the most draining types of men a woman can deal with. The drone. The one you like. The one you are dating. The one who feels like a partner until you look closer and realize you are carrying the entire thing alone. What Is …
Women are resourceful. Period. There is a reason Mother Nature is a she. Women Build Life From Nothing Almost every event you have ever attended was coordinated by a woman. The guest list. The food. The vibe. The cleanup nobody noticed. A woman. Every baby ever born came through a woman. We grow a whole human from nothing. Then we make the milk that feeds them. …
So last year, Ariana Grande announced her tour and I was excited but hesitant. I wasn’t feeling the last album (only two songs did it for me), and on top of that, I had just gotten laid off. So I held off, thinking I’d maybe grab last minute tickets this year instead. Then she announced a new album dropping this summer, and honestly? I’m hoping …
The shift that changes everything. There’s a desperate, needy, or insecure version of you whether you are ready to admit it who was waiting. Refreshing his messages. Making yourself smaller. Auditioning for a role in someone else’s life and calling it love. That version of you wasn’t weak. She was just operating from the wrong script. So we shrank. We waited. We confused relief with …
Let me start with the basics. I am a woman. Born a woman. And by biology, that means I came equipped with ovaries and reproductive eggs, patiently waiting for a single sperm to show up after what is, let’s be honest, often a two-minute main sex event. Nine months of pregnancy. Then a baby. And then people look at you like you’re supposed to be …
