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Are We Forgetting How to Write?

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What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

Artificial intelligence has become an incredible tool for writers, students, and professionals alike. I use AI grammar editors myself, and I appreciate how quickly they catch mistakes and improve clarity. But lately, I’ve started to wonder if our growing dependence on these tools is causing us to lose one of the most basic skills we were taught in school.

Grammar, spelling, punctuation, and sentence structure aren’t just arbitrary rules. They’re the foundation of effective communication. From elementary school onward, we’re taught how to write clearly so we can express our ideas, communicate professionally, and understand one another. Yet today, many of us type first and rely on AI to fix everything afterward.

The convenience is undeniable, but it comes with a cost. When software automatically corrects every comma, misspelled word, or awkward sentence, we stop paying attention to why the correction was needed. Over time, those skills begin to fade because we no longer practice them ourselves.

I’m not suggesting we abandon AI. These tools are incredibly useful for proofreading, editing, and catching mistakes we might otherwise miss. However, they should enhance our writing—not replace the knowledge behind it.

If we continue to outsource basic writing skills to technology, future generations may never develop the confidence to write well without assistance. AI should be a helpful editor, not a substitute for literacy. The ability to communicate clearly is a lifelong skill, and it’s one worth preserving, even in an age where artificial intelligence can write almost anything for us.

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Hello August

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It’s officially August, which means I’m officially in baby shower countdown mode. Only 15 days to go!

Since I’m currently in Las Vegas, I’ve gotten so many questions from family asking if the baby shower is still happening in California. And I’m just… why wouldn’t it be? 😂 I’ve been posting about getting my mom’s outfit ready, planning makeup, renting the venue, and all the little details. If anything had changed, trust me, you all would know. I’m such a perfectionist that I would have made at least three posts about it by now.

Now that my little rant is over…

I’m honestly getting so nervous about how everything is going to come together. So far, nobody has RSVP’d, which definitely isn’t helping my anxiety. I’ll be heading back to California on the 8th so I have a full week to finish preparing, grab any last-minute items, organize the food, and hopefully make sure everything runs smoothly.

As stressful as it feels, I know this is just the beginning. I’ve got years of birthday parties, school events, and celebrations ahead of me before this little girl decides she’s too cool for family parties. I think I was around 10 or 11 when I stopped wanting big birthday parties and just wanted to go to the skating rink with my friends instead.

It also helps that she’ll have a fall birthday. My birthdays were always in cold, rainy February, so outdoor parties were basically never an option. She’ll (hopefully) get that beautiful fall weather where picnics, parks, and backyard parties are actually possible.

I think I’ve shared the theme before, but we’re doing Winnie the Pooh with “A Little Honey Is on the Way.” Think bees, lots of yellow, honey pots, cute games, and all the cozy Hundred Acre Wood vibes. I cannot wait to see it all come together.

I’m probably going to laugh so much that I’ll get myself I’m going into early labor—which is obviously a joke. 😅 I’ll only be 33 weeks at the baby shower, so she needs to stay put a little longer.

I’m just hoping it’s a fun, relaxing day where we get to celebrate this little girl before life gets a whole lot busier.

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July Update: 60 Day Countdown!

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How is July already almost over?

It feels so weird knowing I’ve been in Vegas for almost a month. Somehow this month flew by.

I’m officially 31 weeks pregnant, and it’s funny how different the countdown feels depending on how you measure it. Saying I have 9 weeks left sounds like forever. Saying I have 60 days until my due date? Suddenly it feels like this baby could be here tomorrow.

As of today, I have:

  • 60 days until my due date.
  • 18 days until my baby shower.
  • Absolutely no idea how many days until this baby actually decides to make her grand entrance.

Everyone keeps telling me stories about how their babies came two or three weeks early. Let’s all collectively pray this little girl decides to arrive on her due date… and let’s also pray Hector gets approved for an apartment soon.

I thought I’d have a much bigger update this month, but honestly my sleep schedule has been completely out of whack. I somehow bruised my back, and I swear my hips have become completely misaligned from sleeping on my side every night. It’s been a whole vibe over here.

At this point, I’m definitely ready to not be pregnant anymore… but baby still needs to cook a little longer.

The weird thing is I don’t actually feel much different than I did in June. Like I’ve said before, I still have zero nesting instincts. My pregnancy books keep insisting that around 31 weeks Braxton Hicks contractions usually start picking up, and to that I simply say… absolutely not. Please and thank you. I’d be perfectly happy if they waited.

One thing I wasn’t expecting? Being separated from Hector has completely ruined our plan to stay on top of all the movies we wanted to see this year. Where’s my midnight showing of Spider-Man? I’m not doing that alone.

And, somehow, bringing a tiny human into the world also means I’ll miss seeing a Hunger Games movie in theaters for the very first time. I’ve seen all five on the big screen, so ending that streak feels oddly emotional. Especially since it’s the one I know will hurt the most to watch. 

Pregnancy really is full of unexpected milestones.

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Emily Henry, We Need to Talk About That Ending

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If you could rewrite any book’s ending, which one would you choose?

⚠️ Spoiler warning for Happy Place by Emily Henry! ⚠️

This was one of those books I found through BookTok, and while I really enjoyed it overall, there’s one thing about the ending I just can’t stop thinking about.

For anyone who hasn’t read it yet, Happy Place is a second-chance romance about Harriet and Wyn, a couple who secretly broke up months ago but decide to pretend they’re still together during one last vacation with their close-knit group of friends. It’s funny, emotional, and explores friendship, love, burnout, and figuring out who you are outside of everyone else’s expectations.

Okay, this is where the spoilers really begin.

If I could change the ending of Happy Place by Emily Henry, it would be this:

Harriet doesn’t abandon her residency and entire medical career to become an amateur potter—a career that definitely isn’t paying off those student loans anytime soon.

Instead, she realizes that her current specialty is destroying her mental health, switches to one that’s a better fit, and transfers her residency somewhere closer to home.

Seriously! Why couldn’t she have become the small town’s primary care physician? It would’ve made so much more sense. She still could’ve ended up with the Wyn, she’d get to keep the career she’d worked years for, and the town would actually gain a desperately needed doctor. To me, that feels like a much more satisfying—and realistic—happy ending.

Maybe that’s just the practical side of me talking, but I would’ve loved an ending that showed you don’t have to abandon everything you’ve worked for to build a happier life.

What do you think? If you’ve read Happy Place, would you keep the ending as it is, or would you rewrite it too?

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Building the Community I Wish Existed

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What’s your biggest dream?

The older I get, the sillier my biggest dream sounds.

I want to do something that makes a difference.

Not in a “change the entire world” kind of way, but in a way that changes someone’s world. I want to encourage people to be a little kinder, a little more hopeful, a little more content with the lives they already have.

That’s why I wanted to be a teacher when I was younger. It’s why I started this blog. It’s why I still want to write a novel someday. It’s why I’ve always wanted a YouTube channel.

I don’t want to be a motivational speaker or give TED Talk-style life advice. I don’t have all the answers.

I want to be the person saying, “Hey, I’m kind of a mess too. Here’s how I’m learning to be content with my life. Maybe something here will help you be content with yours.”

The problem is… I have very little faith in myself.

I recently realized I inherited that from my mom.

Shocker.

Despite that, I still keep coming back to the same dream: I want to build community.

It feels like something we’re desperately missing. There are people trying to create it, and I love seeing that, but it also feels like so many opportunities to connect come with a price tag.

I wanted to join a Silent Book Club, but they met at a café where everyone was expected to spend at least $5 every visit. Five dollars isn’t much on its own, but meeting twice a week adds up quickly.

I joined a women’s walking group and genuinely loved it. Then gas prices climbed, and driving to the meetup every week became harder to justify.

I even considered joining a pickleball league, but by the time you buy athletic clothes, a paddle, balls, and decent shoes if you don’t already own them, it’s another expensive hobby.

Maybe this is something I notice more because I’m broke.

Or maybe a lot more people feel this way than we realize.

I want to find ways for people to spend time together that don’t require constantly opening their wallets. Places where you can show up exactly as you are, without feeling like community is another subscription service.

Maybe that’s the dream I’ve been chasing all along.

I don’t know exactly what it’ll look like yet.

I just know I want to create something that makes people feel a little less alone.

And I believe I’ll find that community someday.

It might take a while, but I think it’ll be worth the wait.

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The best way to accidentally concern your elderly family

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The best way to accidentally concern your elderly family:

Apparently, all you have to do is acknowledge One Direction’s 16th anniversary.

The trend is simple: post a picture of yourself at the age you discovered One Direction (I was 13), don’t use a One Direction photo, and play a sad One Direction song in the background. I used Night Changes, but honestly any emotional song works.

What I didn’t realize is that this looks exactly like the kind of post someone makes before announcing terrible news.

My family immediately thought something was wrong. They were texting and calling to make sure I was okay and that nothing had happened with the pregnancy.

And I’m sitting there trying to explain…

“No, no, everything’s fine! I’m just emotional because it’s been 16 years since One Direction was formed.”

To be fair… the pregnancy hormones definitely made it hit harder.

It’s also the second anniversary since Liam’s passing. And I think that’s what really gets me. We were told they were just taking a short break. We all genuinely believed they’d reunite someday. Maybe not tomorrow or next year, but eventually.

Now we know that reunion can never happen the way we all imagined it.

So yes, I was crying over a boy band.

The baby is perfectly fine. My family, however, now knows that pregnancy hormones plus One Direction nostalgia is apparently enough to trigger a full wellness check.

The post in question

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Anne Shirley

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If you could have dinner with any fictional character, who would it be?

I feel like my answer to this question changes depending on my mood or whatever I’ve been reading or watching lately. I’ve answered this prompt before with Elizabeth Bennet and Luna Lovegood, but my current answer is Anne Shirley. There will always be a special place in my heart for Anne of Green Gables, the book series and most adaptations.

Specifically, I’d love to have dinner with Anne in Anne of Windy Poplars or Anne’s House of Dreams. In those books she’s in her twenties, right before and just after marrying Gilbert.

There’s something about Anne’s outlook on life that makes me want to spend an evening with her. The conversation would be wonderful, the food and gossip would undoubtedly be entertaining, but more than anything, I’d love to hear her perspective. I especially love seeing how she grows in these books while still holding onto the imagination and warmth that make her so unmistakably Anne.

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We Need to Fix Whatever Is Happening to Our School System

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The other day I was talking to a friend about a recipe I saw online. I told them that instead of serving ribs at our baby shower, I think I want to make burnt ends. Growing up, my family always used hot links, but lately I keep seeing recipes that call for smoked kielbasa.

My friend looked at me and said they’d never had a burnt end that wasn’t a type of sausage.

I was confused.

I said, “You’re missing out! Burnt ends are usually made from brisket, and some people even make them with ribs.”

Then I explained that kielbasa is sausage. It’s simply the Polish word for sausage, even though in the United States we’ve come to associate it with one specific variety you buy at the grocery store.

The conversation itself wasn’t a big deal. People don’t know things. That’s normal.

What bothered me was that there was never a moment of curiosity. There wasn’t a “What’s kielbasa?” or “I didn’t know that.” It was just an assumption that their understanding was correct.

That reminded me of another conversation we had recently.

I mentioned wanting to completely retcon the novel I’ve been working on because there’s a litany of problems with both the outline and what I’ve already written.

They stopped me.

“What’s litany?”

Again, that’s completely fine. No one knows every word. I certainly don’t.

But it made me wonder: how many times do people go through life encountering words they don’t know without ever looking them up? Is it embarrassment? Is it a lack of curiosity? Or have we simply gotten comfortable filling in the blanks instead of expanding our vocabulary?

To me, this feels like a literacy problem.

Not because people can’t technically read, but because reading has become something we do to get information as quickly as possible instead of something that challenges us.

We’ve also reached a point where texting has become our primary form of communication, and I think it’s changed how many of us write. Grammar, sentence structure, punctuation, and even vocabulary often become secondary because a text message doesn’t demand much precision.

Then ask someone to write a professional email.

Suddenly they need spell check, AI, Grammarly, or another tool to make it sound polished.

There’s nothing wrong with using those tools. I use them too. But they should be helping us communicate more effectively—not replacing skills we never developed in the first place.

And if I’m already noticing this among people my own age, I can’t help but wonder what it will look like for my niece, who’s still in school, or for today’s graduating classes.

What will it be like when my own child starts school?

According to national literacy assessments, many American adults read below a high school level, and a significant percentage read around the equivalent of middle school. Reading words isn’t the same thing as deeply understanding them, making connections, or analyzing complex ideas.

Those are different skills.

I’ve also noticed this in the books I’ve been reading lately.

So many novels recommended on TikTok leave me frustrated because they’re filled with grammatical mistakes, awkward sentence structure, repetitive vocabulary, and paragraphs that feel underdeveloped. The stories themselves may be entertaining, but I often find myself wishing they had gone through another round of editing.

Maybe that’s part of why books with richer prose feel intimidating to so many readers now.

I don’t think it’s because people are incapable of appreciating beautiful writing.

I think we’ve stopped expecting it.

Imagine introducing someone to Lord Byron or Jane Austen today. Their writing requires patience, attention, and a willingness to sit with unfamiliar words instead of immediately reaching for simpler language.

I’m not arguing that every modern book needs to sound like it was written in the nineteenth century. Language evolves, and that’s a good thing.

But I do think we’ve begun confusing accessibility with oversimplification.

I want more for our society than that.

I want schools that encourage curiosity. I want people who aren’t afraid to ask what a word means. I want readers who see an unfamiliar word and think, I’m going to learn something today.

Because that’s how vocabulary grows.

That’s how critical thinking grows.

That’s how literature grows.

People often worry about books being banned or burned. Those are real concerns. But another threat is quieter: a culture where people simply stop reading—or stop reading anything that challenges them.

No one has to burn books if we stop opening them in the first place.

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Do I Really Need a Baby Food Maker?

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Lately I’ve found myself going down the rabbit hole of Googling things like, “Do I actually need a baby food maker?” or “Can I just use my regular blender or food processor?”

The internet makes it seem like every single thing about parenthood requires some specialized gadget that costs $100. Every recipe I find seems to start with, “Using your baby food maker…” or “Using your immersion blender…” and I can’t help but think…

Women have been raising babies for thousands of years without any of this stuff.

Surely there has to be another way.

I’ve even started looking up older baby food recipes because they seem so much more practical.

Then I see people online saying not to bother making your own baby food because babies aren’t in the purée stage for very long anyway.

One of my friends told me she would buy a bag of frozen organic peas, cook them, blend them, portion them into small servings, and freeze them. One bag lasted her almost three months. Her advice was basically, don’t overcomplicate it.

Another friend had a similar philosophy. She said it’s important for babies to experience lots of different flavors, but that doesn’t always mean making elaborate homemade purées. Once they’re developmentally ready, they can have little tastes of things like marinara sauce, plain yogurt, mushy carrots, or mashed potatoes thinned out with a little extra liquid to make them smoother.

Then I asked my mom what she did.

Her answer?

“I just steamed vegetables and mashed them with a fork.”

No fancy appliance. No special equipment. Just a fork.

Honestly…I kind of love that answer.

The reason I’m thinking about all of this now—even though my daughter won’t be eating solids for a while—is because I like planning ahead. I don’t want to wait until she’s four or five months old and her pediatrician says, “You can start introducing solids now,” only to realize I have no idea what I’m doing.

I’d rather spend the next couple of months figuring out a simple system so that when the time comes, I already have everything I need.

Of course, this has also led to another conversation between Hector and me.

I told him that when it’s time to introduce common allergens, I want to do it while we’re parked in the emergency room parking lot.

He thinks I’m absolutely ridiculous.

His argument is that neither of us has food allergies. I have allergies to cats and latex, and Hector doesn’t have any known allergies at all.

My argument?

I’d rather feel a little silly sitting in an ER parking lot than wish I had if she ended up having a severe allergic reaction.

Current recommendations are to introduce common allergens during the first year of life instead of avoiding them. So things like peanut butter (prepared in a baby-safe way), wheat, dairy, eggs, berries, and other common foods are definitely on my list before she turns one. I’m not in a huge rush with things like soy or fish, but those will probably happen later in the first year too.

Hopefully, everything goes perfectly fine and the only thing that happens is Hector gets to tell me, “I told you so.”

Honestly…I’d be completely okay with that.

Lately I’ve found myself going down the rabbit hole of Googling things like, “Do I actually need a baby food maker?” or “Can I just use my regular blender or food processor?”

The internet makes it seem like every single thing about parenthood requires some specialized gadget that costs $100. Every recipe I find seems to start with, “Using your baby food maker…” or “Using your immersion blender…” and I can’t help but think…

Women have been raising babies for thousands of years without any of this stuff.

Surely there has to be another way.

I’ve even started looking up older baby food recipes because they seem so much more practical.

Then I see people online saying not to bother making your own baby food because babies aren’t in the purée stage for very long anyway.

One of my friends told me she would buy a bag of frozen organic peas, cook them, blend them, portion them into small servings, and freeze them. One bag lasted her almost three months. Her advice was basically, don’t overcomplicate it.

Another friend had a similar philosophy. She said it’s important for babies to experience lots of different flavors, but that doesn’t always mean making elaborate homemade purées. Once they’re developmentally ready, they can have little tastes of things like marinara sauce, plain yogurt, mushy carrots, or mashed potatoes thinned out with a little extra liquid to make them smoother.

Then I asked my mom what she did.

Her answer?

“I just steamed vegetables and mashed them with a fork.”

No fancy appliance. No special equipment. Just a fork.

Honestly…I kind of love that answer.

The reason I’m thinking about all of this now—even though my daughter won’t be eating solids for a while—is because I like planning ahead. I don’t want to wait until she’s four or five months old and her pediatrician says, “You can start introducing solids now,” only to realize I have no idea what I’m doing.

I’d rather spend the next couple of months figuring out a simple system so that when the time comes, I already have everything I need.

Of course, this has also led to another conversation between Hector and me.

I told him that when it’s time to introduce common allergens, I want to do it while we’re parked in the emergency room parking lot.

He thinks I’m absolutely ridiculous.

His argument is that neither of us has food allergies. I have allergies to cats and latex, and Hector doesn’t have any known allergies at all.

My argument?

I’d rather feel a little silly sitting in an ER parking lot than wish I had if she ended up having a severe allergic reaction.

Current recommendations are to introduce common allergens during the first year of life instead of avoiding them. So things like peanut butter (prepared in a baby-safe way), wheat, dairy, eggs, berries, and other common foods are definitely on my list before she turns one. I’m not in a huge rush with things like soy or fish, but those will probably happen later in the first year too.

Hopefully, everything goes perfectly fine and the only thing that happens is Hector gets to tell me, “I told you so.”

Honestly…I’d be completely okay with that.

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One Year Without Straightening My Hair

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I just realized it’s officially been a year since I last straightened my hair.

When I first decided to start my natural hair journey, I honestly thought it was going to be so much harder than it’s been. Instead… I kind of forgot about it. It just became my normal.

I definitely think chopping all my hair off last October helped. Starting over made it feel like a fresh start instead of trying to undo years of heat damage. But if I’m being honest, my natural hair journey really started before that. By the time I consciously decided to take better care of my curls last August, I had already gone without straightening my hair since my birthday in February.

The difference is that not straightening your hair and actually taking care of your natural hair are two completely different things.

This past year I’ve actually invested in products instead of hoping for the best. Hair oils, leave-in creams, moisturizing products… and they’ve genuinely made a difference. My hair feels healthier, softer, and even here in the Las Vegas heat, it isn’t turning into the giant frizzy cloud it used to be.

I still have plenty to learn, but I’m really proud that something I thought would be difficult has become such a normal part of my routine. It’s nice to look back and realize how much progress happens when you’re not constantly checking for it.