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Let’s be honest: happiness is a little trickster. It doesn’t always tap you on the shoulder and say, “Hey girl, pay attention, this is the good stuff.” Most of the time, happiness just slips in quietly, sits beside you, and lets you think you’re just having an ordinary Tuesday. It’s only later — when life throws a plot twist or a rough patch — that you look back and think, Oh wow… that moment was golden and I didn’t even know it. But here’s the thing: I’ve spent a lot of my l

Summer is here, the heat is heating, and the sun is out here acting like it has a personal vendetta. And listen… I love a good golden glow as much as the next woman, but sun damage, skin care, and skin cancer prevention are not things we play with anymore. There was a time—oh yes—when we’d mix iodine with baby oil, lay out on a towel, and rotate like little pigs on a spit. We thought we were bronzing. We were actually slow‑roasting. But now? Now we know the sun can do real ha

It’s the first of the month, and since our theme for the year is keep, June feels like the perfect time to keep wandering. June is when people start daydreaming about vacations, long weekends, or simply a break from the everyday. But wandering doesn’t have to mean boarding a plane or packing a suitcase. Sometimes wandering is as simple as following your curiosity. Maybe it’s wandering through that antique store you’ve driven past a hundred times but never stepped inside. Mayb

Somewhere along the way, I started learning a skill I wish someone had taught me years ago: the art of staying in a good mood even when life hands you a handful of reasons not to be. It’s not about pretending everything is fine. It’s about refusing to hand over the keys to your whole day because of one lousy moment. I’ve been guilty — more times than I’d like to admit — of having a perfectly good day and then letting one rude comment, one inconvenience, one unexpected hiccup

Better late than never. Age is just a number. You’re never too old to succeed. We hear these phrases all the time, but lately they’ve been hitting me with a new kind of truth. Maybe it’s the confidence that comes with being firmly planted in my fabulous 50s, or maybe it’s the quiet realization that life doesn’t shrink as we age — it expands. If we let it. And the world is full of people proving that the second act might just be the one where the spotlight finally finds you. T

Our word of the year is keep. Keep moving. Keep loving. Keep creating. Keep beginning. Cute, right? Well, this month we’re leveling up. We’re not just dipping a toe into the unknown — we’re cannonballing straight into it. Welcome to April’s theme: Keep Risking. Let’s define it for the people in the back: Risk — uncertainty that could lead to a positive result. (Yes, positive. Not “burn your life down,” not “oops I ruined everything,” but positive.) Risks come in all flavors:

Let’s talk about anticipation — that delicious, tingly, butterflies-in-your-stomach feeling we used to get before Christmas morning, prom night, or the first day of summer break. Remember that? The way your whole body hummed because something good was coming? Well, surprise: that feeling didn’t expire when we hit 40, 50, or fabulous-and-beyond. It just got buried under carpools, casseroles, PTA meetings, and the emotional labor of keeping entire households alive and semi-func

Sometimes the best moments are the ones you never planned. There’s a special kind of magic in waking up with absolutely zero agenda. No color‑coded calendar. No list. No “shoulds.” Just a quiet little whisper in your chest that says, Let’s see what happens today. Maybe you’re sipping coffee, scrolling the news or Facebook, and something catches your eye—a festival, a new restaurant, a random event you didn’t even know existed. Suddenly you’re throwing on shoes and heading out

Let’s be honest: life is a lot. A lot a lot. Bills, responsibilities, adulthood, the occasional emotional plot twist—sometimes it feels like we’re all just one burnt piece of toast away from a full‑blown meltdown. But then… the universe tosses us these tiny, perfect glimmers. Little moments that don’t fix everything, but somehow make everything feel lighter. Here are ten of mine—the everyday magic that keeps my world bright. 1. My daughter’s laughter drifting from another ro

Somewhere along the way, society decided that women of a certain age are supposed to be serious. As if we had our fun decades ago. As if the moment we hit forty, fifty, sixty, we traded in our joy for orthopedic shoes and quiet hobbies. Well… no. Absolutely not. Because here’s the truth: women of a more mature age haven’t lost their sense of fun — we’ve finally stopped apologizing for it. When we’re younger, we’re often busy trying to fit in, going along with the crowd, or wo

Because perfection is tired and beginnings are brave. Spring has officially sprung — pollen, sunshine, and that annual reminder that the world is out here starting over like it didn’t just spend months looking crunchy and half‑asleep. And honestly? We should take notes. And since this is the Year of Keeping — keeping moving, keeping loving, keeping creating — it only makes sense that Spring would tap us on the shoulder and whisper, “Hey girl… keep beginning.” Not “begin once

(A Love Letter to My Closet, My Memories, and My Sanity) Well friends, it is officially spring — the season of daffodils, allergies, and that annual ritual where we all collectively pretend we’re going to “get organized this year.” Normally, I do a little light spring cleaning. You know, the kind where you move a pile from one corner to another and call it “refreshing the space.” But this year? Oh no. This year I woke up with the energy of a woman who has watched one too man

St. Patrick’s Day may have started in Ireland as a solemn nod to their patron saint, but let’s be honest—by the time it crossed the Atlantic and settled into American soil, it turned into a glittery, green, slightly chaotic celebration of all things lucky, loud, and leprechaun-adjacent . And this year, my corner of east Tennessee said, “Oh, you want festive? Hold my green beer.” Not one but two St. Paddy’s Day festivals popped up this weekend—one in Jonesborough (Tennessee’s

St. Patrick’s Day is creeping up again, which means it’s time for me to lean all the way into my Irish heritage—the freckles, the pale skin, the whole McGee lineage on my dad’s side. If the name didn’t give it away, my melanin-deficient complexion certainly does. I haven’t made it to Ireland yet (bucket list item # 47 , right between “learn to make croissants” and “stop apologizing for things that aren’t my fault”), but you better believe I’m working on it. 🍀 The McGee Lega

January told us to keep moving (even if it was just from the couch to the fridge). February whispered to keep loving (ourselves included, thank you very much). And now March is here, tossing glitter in the air and declaring: Keep creating. Not “create perfectly." Not “create something Instagram-worthy.” Just… create. What You Can Create (Spoiler: Literally Anything) This is the fun part — creativity has zero rules and even fewer limits. You can: Create a better life — one

Some people collect shoes. Some collect mugs. I, apparently, collect journals — seven of them at last count, each with its own personality, purpose, and color‑coded destiny. And honestly? I regret nothing. Journaling is having a major moment right now. TikTok girlies are annotating their feelings with pastel highlighters, influencers are flipping through aesthetic spreads like they’re auditioning for a stationery documentary, and suddenly everyone is “romanticizing their lif

Having just written my first book (in case I haven’t mentioned it… which I absolutely have, loudly and often, like a proud toddler showing off a macaroni necklace), I’ve been thinking a lot about book clubs. So, I started snooping around to see what local ones were out there. And honestly? I’m a little annoyed at myself for not doing this sooner. I mean, I’m the woman who keeps a book by the bed, one in the car, one on the table next to the couch, and one tucked in my purse l

Every now and then, you stumble across a line that stops you mid‑scroll. Recently, I saw something that said sometimes you have to be absurdly optimistic and watch life rearrange itself around that belief. And I swear, it hit me right in the ribcage. Because here’s the truth: I wasn’t always this way. When I was younger, I was a worrier. A glass‑half‑empty girlie. A “what if I mess up,” “what if it doesn’t work,” “what if I fail” kind of thinker. I wasn’t Eeyore from Winnie

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Let me ask you something: Has everyone been out here playing Mexican Train dominos without telling me ? Because I just met this game last weekend, and I’m feeling a little betrayed that no one slipped me a note sooner. Picture it: a pre–Super Bowl hangout with friends, snacks everywhere, and someone casually pulls out a set of dominos that look like they were designed by Crayola on a sugar high. I’m thinking, Oh cute, dominos — I used to play with my dad when I was little. Bu