Category: The Matriarch’s Grimoire
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Or: Why HER by Skydxddy Finally Ended the “What’s Your Favorite Song?” Crisis For years, I hated being asked what my favorite song was. It felt impossible. Like asking someone to pick their favorite scar. Favorite memory. Favorite version of themselves. Music has never been background noise to me. Music is emotional archaeology. Tiny haunted…
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A few nights ago, my ex-husband told me he thinks I am self-absorbed. And honestly? I agree with him. I think people hear the phrase “self-absorbed woman” and immediately picture somebody vain. Somebody emotionally shallow. Somebody obsessed with attention, appearances, or making everything about themselves. That is not the version of self-absorbed I became. Mine…
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Flash Sale Siren Songs & Other Financially Questionable Decisions This trip technically started because Great Wolf Lodge decided to personally tempt my impulsive tendencies. They ran one of those dangerous little flash sales where suddenly I could snag a room for $90 before taxes and fees, and honestly? At that price, my frontal lobe barely…
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The Notebook Page That Sent Me Spiraling There is a particular kind of panic that settles into your chest when you start doing survival math at midnight. I am talking about calculator-glowing-on-your-face, staring-at-bank-accounts-like-they-personally-betrayed-you kind of math. The kind where every number somehow multiplies into three more problems. That was me the other night. I have…
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I’m taking blogs down right now, and the part that keeps sitting like lead in my chest is the fact that I do not actually want to. I want to write freely. I want to speak honestly about my own life, my own marriage, my own experiences, and trust that honesty will simply be allowed…
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The Kind of Tired That Changes You There’s a version of exhaustion people expect after having a baby, the kind everyone jokes about like it’s a rite of passage. This was something else entirely. This was the kind of tired that doesn’t just sit in your body, it starts messing with how your brain processes…
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Before we get into it, here’s how this post works. These lyrics are read without context—no backstory, no personal history, no explanation of who or what inspired them. Just the song as it exists on the page, the way a listener would hear it the first time through. After that, we’ll break open what’s actually…
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(And Somehow Hits Harder at 32 Than It Did at 18) There’s a question they love to ask in school—one that follows you from classroom to classroom like it’s doing something important. Where do you see yourself in five years? At eighteen, it felt expansive. Like the future was a blank page waiting for you…
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Grief is often treated like an event—something that happens, something you respond to, something you eventually move past. A loss occurs, you feel it, you process it, and then, ideally, you come out the other side with a lesson neatly tucked into your pocket. That version of grief is comforting. It’s also incomplete. Grief is…
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How I Learned to Bleed in Verses and Stitch It Back Together in a Chorus There’s something almost alchemical about songwriting—the way a feeling you can’t explain suddenly finds a rhythm, a structure, a place to live outside your body. For me, that didn’t start with a guitar or a piano. It started with a…