Carrie Saum

We're in flu season hell! In fact, according to, uh, science, it’s one of the worst seasons we’ve seen in the last 10 years.

After my husband and I were first married, we hit a rocky patch.

The country is kind of obsessed with KonMari. I get it. Truly, I do.

When I talked to my doctor about the forgetfulness and resulting anxiety I was experiencing, she suggested that I make lists, try bullet point journaling, and work on taking more time for self-care.

Recipe Notice: These are tricky.

I still wake up every day knowing that no matter how much work I do, as a low-key racist, I will always have more to do. And I’m happy to do it.

Apparently, there's a thing happening in Houston this weekend. A sportsball game of some sort and people are super excited about it.

I can’t promise this will cure everything that ails you, but it’s a good start to a new year if nothing else.

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I also kind of feel like whatever I do eventually put in my body needs to be quality and filling and full of nutritious goodness. This is hard on mornings when it literally feels like all I can do to make toast. Sometimes I look at it, contemplate it fresh out of the toaster and briefly wonder if I really need to spread the almond butter on it. Because effort.