When I launched the Morocco 2026 adventure for single and child-free women, I knew exactly who it was for: women carving their own paths, free from the social scripts that tell us our value comes from partnership or motherhood. I wanted a trip that celebrated that freedom—a community where nobody had to translate her life to be understood. Then came the test. We were almost fully booked! We started a groupu chat to do the planning and meet everyone who will be attending. Then, the text came...

We all want to be good friends. Loyal, steady, dependable — the kind of woman who picks up the phone at 2 a.m., who listens without judgment, who shows up even when she’s bone-tired. That’s noble, right? But here’s the rub: there’s a fine line between being a supportive friend  and becoming someone’s emotional crutch . I did a podcast about Supporting vs. Enabling: Confessions of a "fix it" friend this week, ( EPISODE 211 ) where I dive into a situation I had with a friend that made me...

Ever just look around and think: t his isn't for me! Wedding announcements, baby bumps, happy commutes to the office, another corporate win, sit down lawn mowers, a week as Disney with the kids...a lil something coming up the windpipe, amirite? But then you see people happy, content and keeping it keeping on and it also makes you wonder if there is something wrong with you: why isn't this enough? why does this life feel so suffocating? is this all there is? I feel like I was meant for more......