11/21/2025
This is my happy place. Right here, in the kitchen, with my little human who thinks I'm the best chef in the world (even when I'm definitely winging it).
Being a mom to three badass girls has gifted me so many things, but these cooking moments? They're pure magic.
Each one of them brings something different to our kitchen adventures. One's the perfectionist who measures everything twice. One's the creative chaos who adds "secret ingredients" when I'm not looking. And one's the taste-tester who somehow manages to eat half the toppings before they make it onto the pizza.
This is where I disconnect from work, from emails, from the endless to-do lists. Where "strategic content planning" becomes "can you pass the cheese?" and "brand messaging" becomes "Mom, why is the dough sticky?"
These moments remind me what really matters. Not the perfect post or the flawless strategy, but the giggles over messy hands and the pride in their eyes when they create something with their own little hands.
The pizza turned out amazing, by the way. But honestly, it could have been cardboard and I would have loved every bite because of the company.
Sometimes the best content isn't content at all. Sometimes it's just life, lived fully, with the people who matter most.
Who wants pizza? 🍕 (Fair warning: it comes with a side of chaos and a lot of love)