Blog | Life Done Backwards

This is a cozy corner of the internet for those of us doing life a little out of order (with a whole lot of humor, hindsight, and grace for the mess in between). Whether you're here for the blog posts, the belly laughs, or just to find people who get it—you belong here.

This is a front-row seat to the shared stories, sparks of wisdom, and second acts we're living. So pull up a chair, pour something strong (coffee, wine, or stubborn self-belief),and let's figure it out - one laugh, one post, and one very relatable moment at a time. It's not perfect, but it's real. And that's kind of the point. Thanks for joining me on the journey!

Snorting, Farting, Scrolling: A Love Story

But we’ve earned this stage. The phase where love means letting each other sleep. Where respect looks like separate blanket zones. Where connection is built, not by touching, but by not touching and surviving the night anyway.

Green Vinyl, High Notes, and a Whole Lotta Heart

Why Jason Kelce’s Not My Only Hero I’ve stood by the Browns through fumbles, false hope, and four-win seasons. But suddenly I found myself humming along with a team I’ve never cheered for. Sometimes, loyalty isn’t about the scoreboard—it’s about the soul behind the snap count. I’m a huge football fan. And yes, a lifelong Browns fan—which means I’ve mastered the art of cheering for the underdog. But sometimes, it’s not the plays on the field that earn your loyalty—it’s the hea

The Kind of Life That Speaks for Itself

The Quiet Strength that Leaves a Mark Legacy doesn’t always look the way we expect it. Sometimes, it’s just a quiet life that left a loud...

When Love Comes Full Circle

Through Their Eyes, Again It’s funny how one quiet moment can take you back through decades. One little sigh. One sleepy hand curled...

This? This Is What Matters.

The chaos, the cookies, and the conversations that will stay with me forever. There’s no manual for this kind of love. You just show...

Take the Picture

Because you belong in the memories, too. All through junior high and high school, I was told my eyes disappeared when I smiled.“Don’t...

From Feeding the Masses to Just Me & You

The kids moved out. The chaos settled. The dishwasher sighed in relief. And suddenly, it was just me and my partner, blinking across the dinner table like, “Well, now what?”

Meet Wanda (My Inner Sass with No Filter and Zero Regrets) @@

Meet my unfiltered alter ego who’s been waiting 50-plus years to speak her mind. We all have that little voice in our heads—the one that...

Saturday Mornings, Clean Counters, and the Joy of Vacuum Lines

Why Empty Nesting Might Just Be the Best Cleaning Hack Yet This one’s for anyone who’s ever cleaned a kitchen just to watch it...

Better at Chaos Than Karaoke

How I Traded Perfection for Presence and Found More Joy in the Mess Over time, I’ve gotten pretty good at knowing where I shine—and just...

Z to A: I Thought It Was Just A Party Trick

Alphabet Backwards, Confidence Forward What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever been good at? Mine involved neon drinks, bad dancing, and...

The Quilt I Didn't Know I Was Making

Made from the wins, the losses, and the in-betweens What if the life you’re building isn’t meant to be efficient or aesthetic? What if...

He Shows Up

He doesn’t just know me — he remembers me. He remembers the bad hair, the dumb choices, and the years I tried to act like I had it all figured out. He watched me become who I am today — the tired, laughing, fiercely loyal mom and grandma who still roots for the underdog and texts too many exclamation points.

Why I Belong on Press Your Luck

I want to hit the flashing red button. I want to scream “BIG BUCKS, NO WHAMMY!” I want to win the prizes. I want to be the kind of contestant people root for.

Why I Grow Basil and How I Know I Married the Right Man: A midnight backyard panic, one suspicious toad, and a husband with no fear.

Before we even unpacked the moving boxes, I Googled “how to keep snakes away” like my life depended on it. Which, in my mind, it kind of did. That’s when I found out snakes supposedly hate the smell of basil. So guess who now owns a thriving back porch basil farm?

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