From Connecticut, USA to São Paulo: Hello, Brazil!

 

So..... I was sipping my lukewarm coffee (because motherhood), checking my blog stats, and guess what popped out at me? My readers from Brazil are showing up in force! Honestly, I’m low-key honored, and deeply curious.👀😁

I never imagined my little slice of storytelling would resonate all the way in South America. Is it the chaos? The laughter? The animals? Whatever it is, I’m thrilled you’re here! Here's a screenshot of my stats...

So to my Brazilian readers, oi, bem-vindos! I’d love to know what drew you in....

Have questions about life in the U.S.?

 Curious about our quirky traditions, are you worried about us? Curious about our parenting styles, or just why we put ranch on everything? Send all your questions my way.

And while I learn a few words of Portuguese (starting with “brigadeiro” and “abraço”), let’s build something beautiful across the miles.

 You bring the vibes, I’ll bring the chaos and heartfelt moments. Deal?😁

Ginny & Georgia: A Rollercoaster for Empaths

 

⚠THIS POST MAY CONTAIN SPOILER ALERTS FOR THE SHOW GINNY AND GEORGIA⚠

.......And Why We Keep Watching

If you’ve ever watched Ginny & Georgia and found yourself emotionally wrecked, welcome to the club. For empaths, this show isn’t just entertainment, it’s a full-body experience. The generational trauma, the messy mother-daughter dynamics, the quiet battles with mental health... It’s like someone cracked open our journals and turned them into a Netflix drama.

💔 Why Empaths Feel Everything in This Show

• Georgia’s Complex PTSD: Her trauma responses from manipulation to fierce protectiveness hit hard for anyone who’s lived through survival-mode parenting. Watching her unravel is painful, but also validating.
• Ginny’s Self-Harm and Identity Struggles: Her journey through depression, racial identity, and trying to break cycles is raw and real. Empaths often see themselves in her quiet suffering and her need to fix everything around her.
• Austin’s Trauma: A child witnessing violence and trying to make sense of it? That storyline shattered hearts. Empaths feel his confusion and loyalty like it’s their own.
• The Role Reversal: By Season 3, Ginny and Georgia start borrowing each other’s coping mechanisms. It’s subtle, but for empaths, it’s a masterclass in how trauma shapes behavior.

🧠 The Emotional Whiplash Is Real

The show swings from quirky banter to courtroom drama to flashbacks of abuse, and somehow, it works. But for empaths, that tonal shift can feel like emotional whiplash. One minute you’re laughing, the next you’re spiraling into existential dread. And yet... we keep watching.

✍️ Why It Resonates

Because Ginny & Georgia doesn’t shy away from the messy stuff. It doesn’t wrap trauma in a neat bow. It shows how healing is nonlinear, how love can be toxic, and how sometimes, doing your best still isn’t enough. That honesty? It’s what makes empaths feel seen.

😭 Season 3 Had Me Bawling, And I Know I’m Not Alone

Let’s be real: this season was a full-blown emotional battlefield. The highs? Soaring. The lows? Devastating.

• Georgia’s breakdown under house arrest felt like watching someone finally crack after years of holding it together, and it hit way too close to home.
• Ginny’s panic attacks and therapy sessions were raw, honest, and painfully relatable for anyone who’s ever felt like they’re drowning in silence.
• Marcus spiraling into depression and rehab? That storyline didn’t just tug at heartstrings, it literally yanked them.
• Max feeling left out and questioning her worth? Empaths everywhere felt that deep in their bones. (been there, done that)

This season didn’t just entertain, it reflected us. The messy relationships, the generational trauma, the moments of growth and regression... it was like watching your own life play out in fast-forward. And for empaths? It was a masterclass in emotional resonance. 

What’s one scene you still can’t stop thinking about?

How did you feel after watching the show?

I didn't give up blogging...

 

🎆 I’m Back… and I’ve Got Fireworks

Let’s just say I didn’t mean to ghost my blog. One minute, I was knee-deep in red, white, and blue décor for our annual Fourth of July bash, guest list in one hand, a list of who's bringing what for food. 

The next minute, I was in line at the DMV🙄 , sweating bullets😥, clutching my paperwork like it was the last roll of toilet paper in 2020.

Yep, life happened. And it happened loudly, as always.

During party planning, and making sure the yard didn’t look like a jungle, I somehow scheduled my CDL knowledge test. (I am going to be a bus driver) I studied like it was finals week and I was chasing a scholarship...online quizzes, late nights, more Google searches and you tube videos on air brakes than I’d care to admit. I was soooo ready.

But the DMV said, “Not so fast.”

Apparently, knowing the answer to every question in the driver’s manual isn’t enough. I was missing my marriage certificate and a second piece of mail with my name on it. Because obviously, what says “responsible driver” more than a Comcast bill? What else do they want?! My firstborn!!!!???

So that’s where I’ve been. Taking time off from writing, not because I ran out of stories, but because I was busy living them. And now, I’m back; possibly with a vengeance, definitely with more blog posts brewing, and absolutely with a fresher perspective on patience, paperwork, and parties.

Let’s catch up soon. I’ve got tales, tangents, and maybe a few tips for surviving the DMV.