Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 11, 2025
Sacred cows are just meat yet to be slaughtered.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of May 4, 2025
I wonder how long it’ll take this Southside Chicago Catholic pope to sell of the Vatican’s parking meters.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 27, 2025
Acknowledging when you fuck up is as important as acknowledging when someone else fucks up. Difference is, you should be harder on yourself than you are on them.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 20, 2025
Between the Blue Origin Failure of Feminism and JD Vance killing Pope Francis, I have not loved the internet this much since 1997 when I learned I could use it to find photos of a topless Cameron Diaz.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 13, 2025
Caryn is a much different person than Karen.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of April 6, 2025
I had a boy dog who peed like a girl dog. I now have a girl dog who pees like a boy dog. Gender is fluid. Just like pee.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 30, 2025
Truly unique people are rarely celebrated until after they’ve died and can no longer disrupt the careful choreography of coolness.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 23, 2025
Emotions are the greatest challenge we face as a people. Sociopaths have it easy.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 16, 2025
The descent to hell is easy when the road is paved with alcoholic tolerance.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 9, 2025
A Montessori education is child-led and parents shamed. And judging by the classroom toys and décor, it’s an education opposed to color and joy.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 2, 2025
There’s no S in “Daylight Saving.” But there is one in “You’re all idiots.” Why is this so hard for people?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 23, 2025
Is it misogyny that I get nervous speaking to women who are taller than me? Because I feel the same way when that person—of any sex or gender—is younger than me. So, am I an ageist-misogynist? Or am I just self-conscious about my very dull, very average height?
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 16, 2025
Hell hath no fury like a bored housemom who experienced a microaggression.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 9, 2025
We’ve abandoned Freud. Nothing is nurture, it’s strict nature. Who we are is no longer defined by our experiences or our relationships with our parents or friends, but by our neurodiverse ailments. It’s no longer survival of the fittest, it’s survival of who has the most diagnoses. And with all that, so goes accountability out the window.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 2, 2025
Go on, live your truth. But recognize that part of that truth is that your actions, in whatever manner, affect people. So, if you’re going to live your truth, you have to live with the accountability that comes with it. Otherwise, the truth is, you’re just an asshole.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 26, 2025
The way to fight sexism is not to replace it with a different sexism.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 19, 2025
Trust isn’t earned, it’s given. One wrong move can get it taken away. Tread lightly. Think things through.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 12, 2025
Some of the best literature available today can be found in the Young Readers section of your favorite bookstore. (And it’s okay if your favorite bookstore is Barnes & Noble. I mean, they sell toys there, too. And the employees aren’t preachy snobs.)
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of January 5, 2025
Solitude is a sure way to avoid pain. I’ve waded in those waters before. Specifically with romance. But life is and must be a balance. Be flexible. Go with resistance. Be satisfied with life even it has you feeling the way you don’t want to feel. Protect yourself, push yourself. Balance. Survive. Find little ways to thrive in big ways.
Notes From the Post-it Wall | Week of December 29, 2024
Jimmy Carter’s greatest failing is that he was too good a man to be President of the United States.
A vacation is only as good as the number of times you have diarrhea. And like in golf and arguments with a know-it-all, less is more.