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Flying Phones and the Case of the Self-Delivering Pizza

There’s a certain charm in living through weird times, isn’t there? I mean, when the headlines scream doom and gloom at every turn, and you’re stuck trying to remember if you locked the door before the apocalypse hit, who wouldn’t want a little distraction? Luckily, in the same week we’re all hyper-fixated on the BIG story here on election day,  there’s this delightful nugget that somehow slipped��

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Cool Crazy Aunt Day: The Holiday You Didn’t Know You Needed

Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate. Holidays. They’ve pretty much all been taken, right? National Dog Day, Mojito Day… you name it, there’s an “observance” for it. Even Chrismukkah is already a thing (and yes, I proudly celebrate it). But the other day, I started thinking: where’s my holiday? Where’s the official recognition for those of us who are quirky, fun, and a…

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Fading in the Falling Leaves

The leaves tumble down,  Another season passing, but where are you now?  Your laughter once echoed in these walls,  Now it’s just silence that answers the calls.Your favorite things—long gone, misplaced,  Like shadows of a life we can no longer trace.  The grief is here, sharp and true,  Yet somehow, you’re slipping away too.Time moves forward, relentless, unkind,  As I search for pieces of you…

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Friday Night Ramblings: No Plans, No Problem

Friday night. Some people crave the scene, the neon lights, the excitement of city streets. Me? I’m perfectly content with a random playlist, a comfy couch, and zero grand plans. Because here’s the thing: there’s a thrill in the ordinary if you know where to look.Sure, I could be out there, but staying in has its own charm. Maybe I’ll throw together a snack masterpiece that only I’ll appreciate,…

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Bewitching at the Office by Day, Pumpkin Blaze Extraordinaire by Night: Halloween, PsychologistMimi Style

Ah, Halloween—a holiday where quirkiness is currency, and you’re encouraged to be both bold and bizarre. So, naturally, I suited up for work today as a “good witch,” complete with a purple costume and a grin as wide as a jack-o’-lantern’s. If you haven’t done a Zoom call with a hat and a wand, are you really living?  There’s something exhilarating about bringing Halloween to the office, where…

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Why I Wouldn’t Pay a Penny to Visit the Moon (And You Can’t Make Me)

How much would you pay to go to the moon? The moon. That glowing orb that poets, dreamers, and every starry-eyed tech billionaire seem fixated on. Some see it as the next great vacation destination; I see it as a dusty rock where you can’t get a good bath. Not exactly tempting, right?Now, don’t get me wrong—I’ve heard all the sales pitches: “Zero gravity! Space exploration! Think of the views!”…

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Confessions of a Candy-Loving, Puddle-Jumping Kid at Heart in a Jaded World

What does it mean to be a kid at heart? Some days, it’s all about jumping into puddles, grinning like I’ve just solved a riddle meant only for me. If you catch me at the right moment, I might even have a lollipop in hand, savoring every sugary swirl like it’s a new experience. Gummy bears? Don’t even get me started. Those little chewy nuggets are like tiny, bear-shaped joy dispensers, and yes, I…

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Three Genie Wishes: The Psychologistmimi Edition

You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for? If I ever stumbled across a genie’s lamp (because apparently, I live in a Disney movie now), I’ve already got my three wishes lined up. No, I’m not going for world peace—that’s too big for a girl who just wants to get through her email inbox and not lose my mind at work. I often have lofty ambitions, but for today, let me indulge in…

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The Art of Losing Socks: A Mystery for the Ages

Here’s a universal truth: no matter how organized you think you are, socks are rebels. I’m convinced that socks have secret lives, disappearing into some parallel universe where they laugh at us and live in pairs forever. I mean, how is it that I can buy a dozen pairs, and within two weeks, I’m left with eleven solos, staring at me like confused ghosts of laundry past?This morning, I found one…

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Falling Leaves and Fast-Forwarded Time: Musings of a New Yorker

This morning, as I watched the leaves fall in my backyard, I was hit with a familiar feeling—the quiet passing of time. It’s funny how the changing of the seasons always brings that reminder, as if nature is nudging us to pause and take stock. Just this week, my son casually mentioned how time is starting to fly by for him. At his age, I didn’t even think about time like that. It wasn’t until I…

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Big Dreams, Small Leaps: Confessions of a Risk-Averse Turnaround Specialist

What’s the biggest risk you’d like to take — but haven’t been able to? For years, I’ve toyed with the idea of taking that big leap—starting my own business or writing a book (or two). I’ve got business names scribbled down, websites reserved, and rough business plans saved on some forgotten hard drive. I’ve even daydreamed about book titles, written outlines, and had the occasional epiphany in…

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Proud of My Greatest Creation: No, Not My Job—My Son

What are you most proud of in your life? In a job interview a long time ago, I was asked a question that tends to invite the cheesier side of life: “What are you most proud of?” The first thing that came to mind, without hesitation, was being a mom. I meant it then, and I still mean it now, though I’ll admit it sounded like I had just pulled a Hallmark card out of my back pocket. But if I were…

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Meteor Showers and Muscle Milk: A Psychologist's Guide to Being All Over the Place

It’s been a few days since I last sat down to write. My grand intention was to craft something thoughtful and profound, but instead, I’ve been falling asleep way too early, face down on my couch, remote in hand. Honestly, I can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or because my brain is still processing that last episode of Slow Horses. You know it’s good when you can’t stop thinking about it… or maybe…

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How Did I Miss Slow Horses? A Sneezing Saturday Revelation

So, there I was on a Saturday morning, tissues in one hand, laptop in the other, working while sneezing up a storm. My allergies have decided to make my life their personal playground—thanks to this unpredictable weather. One day it’s sweater weather, the next it’s 70 degrees, and my sinuses have no idea what to do. But I digress.  Amidst all this nasal drama, I stumbled upon the television  show…

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Friday Night Thoughts: Psychoanalyzing My Netflix Queue

It’s Friday night, and instead of hitting the town, I’m hitting the couch with Netflix and a snack that probably isn’t part of any wellness plan I endorse. As a psychologist, I can’t help but wonder—what does my viewing history say about me? Sure, I’ll start with a murder mystery to unwind (no issues there, right?), throw in a rom-com for balance, and maybe cap it off with a documentary on…

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The Three-Minute Rule: My New Sanity Saver in a World of Chaos

What could you try for the first time? I recently stumbled upon this little gem called the “three-minute rule,” and I thought, “Why not give it a try?” With my chaotic work-life—hundreds of employees, endless emails, and let’s not forget the home front, featuring my three wonderfully nutty dogs—I need all the help I can get!The idea is simple: if something can be done in three minutes, just do…

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Mindful Memories: A Journey Down the Facebook Rabbit Hole

It’s funny how a simple scroll through Facebook can take you down a rabbit hole, tugging at your heartstrings and bringing back bittersweet memories. Today, I stumbled upon an old friend’s page—she’s been gone for five years, but her profile is still there, quietly holding on to fragments of her life. Someone had posted a text exchange between us that made me laugh out loud. She’d sent me a…