My two-year-old asked for rice. Specifically, deliberately, rice. So I made it. Then she looked at that plate like I'd personally wronged her. "I DON'T LIKE RICE." I tried to reason with her. My husband tried. We both lost. But somewhere between the exhaustion and her very loud rejection of dinner, it hit me — adults do this too. We just do it quietly. We pray for something, work for it, get it, and think: oh. maybe not. Changing your mind isn't failure. Sometimes it's just h

Ever accidentally send an email so embarrassing you wanted to disappear into the woods? Same. In this funny and honest reflection on how to deal with embarrassment, I share the painfully human moment my toddler accidentally helped send an email to a potential client containing the word “a$s” and complete keyboard chaos — plus what to do when shame, perfectionism, and the mortification spiral take over.

Last night, somewhere between a delayed red-eye and my toddler throwing herself onto a hotel lobby floor, I wondered if there's a return policy on adulthood. After zero sleep, 47 bags, a "large trunk" Uber that was actually a toy car, and surviving on emotional support cookies, I learned something: exhaustion isn't failure. It's evidence you've been carrying a lot. If all you did today was survive and keep going? That counts.