I loved Lucy in “Listen for the Lie” because her inner monologue matches the dry, weary skepticism I feel when I’m navigating the ‘well-meaning’ world. Sometimes, you don’t want a protagonist who is a saint; you want one who is a bit of a mess, a bit sarcastic, and entirely done with everyone’s nonsense.

This site is my digital desk. It’s a place for unvarnished truths, a growing stack of books that offer a much-needed escape, and a running list of all the things I am officially retiring from. There will be no ‘perfect’ recipes here, no ‘hero’ narratives, and absolutely no ironing.