Hi, I’m Carie. I write daily posts about navigating these times.
A rant on women’s health
This clipping found amongst my grandma’s archives shows that I’ve been a health writer since in 1990s. This hard hitting piece about high school health classes was published around 1993 — which is also the year women started being included with some regularity in clinical trials.
Strange seasons
I’ve gotten in the habit of writing my blogs at night, after writing all day long. Maybe if I went back to writing in the morning, I’d have more brilliant things to offer than whatever this post is.
The joy of nothing special
I remember being in my early 20s and walking an octogenarian to her car. She moved so slowly. I tried to be patient. But I was annoyed, in a hurry, ready to move on with my day. And just steps before we made it to her car, she looked up and noticed a tree. I was frustrated. But I listened to her marvel, and I also looked up. For the first time that I remember, I slowed down enough to notice something beautiful during an ordinary day.
Double prints
Back in the day, we took rolls of film to Walgreens having only a vague idea of what the roll of film held. And we’d double down, literally, and pay a little extra to get double prints.
It was a gamble. These ones were definitely worth it!
I write for humans not robots
Key points:
Make your art
Share your art
Love your art
Be human
🖕AI
The inevitable
Today I spotted people watering their trees and turning on sprinklers. I’m usually thrilled by such sights but the too mild winter is concerning.
The flowers are blooming, but the grass remains the exact same color as the little dog.
Time loops
My Kindle lets me see passages that I’ve highlighted over the years all in one place. I read this book a few years ago. This quote still hits.
Myers-Briggs + ENFP
Today we’re talking personality types. According to the Myers-Briggs framework, I’m an ENFP. One example of living with this personality type is how often we are accused of flirting. Which, for me, is hilarious because the truth is this: 1) I have no idea how to flirt. 2). Unless I’m 3+ drinks deep, then I’m probably gonna make it weird. 3) If I’m not 3 sheets to the Colorado wind, then the only way to know if I’m flirting is that my entire personality type changes into someone who is shy, quiet, withdrawn, and awkward AF. True story.
My favorite role as a human
Being a cheerleader in the 90s was fun.
Being a cheerleader in 2026 is EVERYTHING.
What if … it is what it is and there’s nothing more to the story
The narrator in my head likes to make mountains of molehills. Practicing mindfulness reminds me to invite in the energy of ease by dropping all my ridiculous storylines.
How can you know if your meditation is working?
It's hard for most of us to start routines and practices that have no definitive outcomes. This might help!
The value of playfulness
I used to play on Twitter a lot. I’m finding so much more joy sharing my words here on this blog instead.