I can’t be the only one, the only human is frequently so confident and yet so wrong. There’s the whiteboard I was positive would keep me organized that’s propped unused at the corner of my desk…

After too many years of ignoring my itchy feet, I’m getting ready to move into a new season in my life. It’s terrifying and thrilling and - hopefully - going to inspire lots of writing.

If you subscribe to my newsletter, you’ve been subjected to pictures of Frederick, aka Fred the Super Mutt. Since today is National Dog Day, it feels like a really good time to talk about him on the blog, too.

I thought I enjoyed my thirties. I mean, the events of that decade were tumultuous, but it was also the decade that saw me publish my first book and realize a dream of owning a little homestead with chickens and goats and whatnot.

It seems like, on social media anyway, the generations are all at each other’s throats lately. The divisions between Boomers, Gen X, Millennials, Gen Z and beyond run deep. I know there are times I struggle to see things from my own mother’s perspective and she from mine.

I have a weird Twitter handle. Nine years ago, when I was told by my new publisher to join Twitter, @HeatherHuffman was already taken. All of the obvious spinoffs were too long, and I am like a deer in headlights when it comes to choosing usernames.