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🧩Finding the Pieces: A Journey I Didn’t Know I Was On. Sex'n'fries Podcast Episode 26
Sometimes healing finds us when we’re not even looking. Join me on an unexpected journey of self-discovery — one that began with a funeral and ended with finding forgotten pieces of myself.
Some journeys don’t start with a plan.They start with a phone call, a plane ticket, and a quiet ache that settles somewhere deep in your chest.
I didn’t know this trip — this goodbye — would also be a beginning. I was traveling to my grandmother’s funeral, but I was also traveling back to


💖Daddy Issues and So Much More: How Childhood Shapes Who We Become. Sex'n'Fries Podcast Episode 19
The Sex'n'Fries Podcast Our Childhoods Shape Us We carry our childhoods with us — the good, the bad, and the messy in-between. In this episode, I get personal. I share stories from my own childhood struggles — experiences that weren’t always easy, and moments that still echo in my adult life. The truth is, those challenges helped shape the person I am today. Facing the Past to Build the Present Acknowledging your past isn’t about blame or shame. It’s about understanding: How


😱Don’t Owe You a Damn Thing: Emotional Freedom After 50. Sex'n'fries Podcast Episode 17
The Sex'n'Fries Podcast What We Don’t Owe Anyone Being shamed, guilt-tripped, or emotionally manipulated does not create debt. Holding someone emotionally hostage to force them to act—or act the way you think they should—is not a thing. You and I owe nothing when it comes to emotional currency. Not our time, not our energy, and certainly not our peace. This episode reflects on life lessons that sneaked into a current situation, reminding me (and you) that: “You do you, and I


🥭The Mango Happiness Project: Just a car? Sex'n'Fries Podcast Episode 14
The Sex'n'Fries Podcast Her wheelchair didn’t fit easily between the table and the kitchen island. I finished helping her get ready for the day — the same routine we’d shared for months — brushing her hair, fixing her breakfast, and making sure the morning ran as smoothly as possible. That day, though, I was bursting with excitement. I had something to show her. The Mango. My new car.Bright. Bold. Orange. I couldn’t believe that I — the woman who hated attention and proudly c
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