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Grief, Dogs, and Babies: What a Farting Dog Taught Me About Missing My Mom

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My mom called me the night that she died.

She left me a voicemail and said she was looking forward to seeing me, and asked what time would I be over?

When I checked it from a coffee shop that night, I rolled my eyes: why did she think I was coming over?

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Live the Life You Should Live: AKA Ditch the Crapball

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I spent a lot of time trying to negotiate with my past.

“Maybe if I’d gone to college when everyone else did…”

“Maybe if I’d gone on more auditions in LA…”

“Maybe if I’d turned down the Vicodin Rx that kickstarted my addiction…”

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Let's Talk About Death, Baby

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We are ALL going to die.

You, me, Donald Trump, Beyonce, beloved Fluffy, that insta-influencer you follow, your neighbor who’s always jogging the neighborhood with her baby…even Justin Bieber. I KNOW. So what does that mean to you? Read on.

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These are NOT the Best Years of Your Life

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People looooove to tell you that “these are the best years of your life” when you’ve just had a baby.

They also tell you that it “goes by so fast, cherish every moment,” and yada yada insert well-meaning advice and nostalgia that basically makes me start to panic here.

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What Being a Bad Comedian Taught Me About Confidence

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Improvising for laughs came pretty naturally to me. I’d been shoving cupcakes in my face for the amusement of others since grade school.

I liked the spontaneity, the brashness, and the permission to be as weird as I wanted with a bunch of other weirdos.

But my improv career was over almost as soon as it began, because something killed it.

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What an Old Yearbook Can Teach Us About Making the Most of Our Time and Life

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As I turned the pages and read the stories, I felt like I retrospectively got to know people at a budding time in their lives. The jokesters, the artists, the poets, the jocks.

Lives that have long since played out: people whose fate is now sealed in time.

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How I Found God in a Beach Volleyball Game

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I went to yoga classes overlooking the ocean, ate sickening amounts of macadamias, and stayed up late having talks about redemption, recovery, and life…mostly with people that I’d never see again.

It was delicious. It was magical. And I was still pretty damn lonely.

But then I joined a volleyball tournament with a bunch of strangers, and things began to shift...

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Be the Chicken Costume You Wish to See in the World (How We Can Make the Most of the New Year)

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I know, I know…resolutions are “doomed,” we forget most of them by February, and if you really want to make a change you don’t need a silly calendar date to do it, but…why don't we do things a little differently this year?