If you know anything about me, you probably know that I'm obsessed with musical theater. So obsessed that I perform an average of 5 shows a week from the comfort of my own kitchen. I'm a one-woman singing and dancing set of shenanigans. Let me just say though... neither my kids nor my dogs enjoy the shows. In hindsight, going to see Six: The Musical shouldn't have been my 7th scary thing. It should have been my 6th. Opportunity missed. I should also mention that seeing the

What's the worst date you've ever been on? Mine involved being taken to an Italian restaurant where my date proceeded to order lasagna and then act astounded that it was full of dairy products when it arrived to the table. He was lactose intolerant. I am too, buddy. But I'm also Italian. And I know that lasagna has lots of cheese in it. There's no way it would have worked between us. Don't worry, he also presented with a few more serious red flags, so I wasn't being too harsh

They say everyone's got a few skeletons in their closet. We've all got parts of our stories we'd rather not share with the world. But, you can either keep them hidden behind shame or bring them out into the light. If you ask me, bringing them out into the light is a hell of a lot more freeing. It's not easy though, to break down the walls we build around ourselves. We fear that by letting others in we'll be judged. That we'll face shame and embarrassment. That's why it can be

I've always had a difficult time with big decisions, especially permanent ones. It can be challenging for me because my OCD leads me to overanalyze a lot of things and be so afraid of making the wrong choice that I end up freezing and choosing nothing. It's a bit of a character flaw of mine. It was a bit of a shock then when I decided that scary thing #4 would be a tattoo. Indecisiveness and tattoos generally don't mix. But then again, this whole list of 35 scary things was m

I'm genuinely concerned about the sanity of the first person to ever pick up an oyster, look at it, and think to themselves, "this gelatinous goop looks delicious". Let's be real, this person was not quite right. Yet thousands of years later, the humble oyster has become a delicacy. I'm not being dramatic when I say I'd rather walk on a bed of hot coals than eat another one of these things. Ok, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but surely by now you've caught on to me. As a

While my heart may be part Brazilian, my hips are not. I’m not sure how the rhythm skipped over my DNA, but it did. It definitely did. When I was a fancy little preschool dancer, my signature move was what my family used to refer to as the "turkey leg", but in fact was probably more of a flamingo move. I would awkwardly hop around on one foot. I had a unique lack of coordination mixed with the gracefulness of a capybara. I was more of an interpretive dancer you could say. As

Meet scary thing #1. I decided that I might as well start off with something awful, otherwise what was the point of this challenge. One day I randomly recalled that I knew someone who had a tarantula for a pet. I called her and explained that I'd probably hit my head and become unhinged, but could I hold their furry spider beast? Part of me was hoping she was going to say it was too mean to be held, but she said it was friendly (we may have different definitions of that word.

You might be wondering why exactly I so firmly believe that a simple, handwritten list changed my life. The truth is that this wasn't a quick fix. Sometimes I wish there had been, but you know, without the journey, I don’t think I’d truly know myself on the level I do today. Before I go any further, I want to clarify something. Whenever I reference the healed me, that doesn’t mean the healing process is over. I don’t think any one of us can be fully healed. The journey of hea

So there I was, 35 years old with 2 kids. And going through my second divorce. I’ll pause while you gasp and maybe judge a little. Don’t worry, the former version of myself would have judged the crap out of someone like me. But, I’ve become a firm believer in living with no regrets, and though I wish I could have shielded my daughters from the pain of witnessing a second divorce, I do not regret the journey that led me down a path of healing that even a year ago, I could not