

(aka: My Inner Voice Needs an NDA) There’s a whole monologue living rent-free in my head.Every time someone’s rude.Every time someone “just wants to play devil’s advocate.” Oh, I have…

(aka: The Bedtime Battle Royale) It’s 2:47 a.m.I’ve done the skincare.The hair’s up in a messy bun that could double as a weapon.The lights are off. The vibe is calm.My…

(aka: Why Is Everyone Yelling?) It’s 9:02 a.m.My brain’s buffering.Meanwhile, the world’s mid-meltdown—voices flying from screens and sidewalksover problems they’ll forget by noon. So, I start my day. I open…

(aka: I Should’ve Gone to Law School) Just when you think you’ve seen it all… Guess who’s back?Back again.Fannie’s back — tell a friend. Because apparently, the chaos gods weren’t…

(aka: The Audacity Olympics) There’s a special kind of betrayal that only hits when a chargeback email lands in your inbox. You’re sipping your water, minding your business, living your…

(aka: Why I Clench My Jaw in My Sleep) There’s a special place in the universe for people who work in customer service.Not heaven, not hell — just a weird…

Every day starts the same way:me, confidently hitting snooze again and again like I’m on island time — except I’m not. I convince myself those extra nine minutes will somehow…

You ever start typing “not me spiraling but…”and suddenly you’re trauma-dumping into a 3-way chat with women who should honestly be billing you hourly? Same, mama. Same. The group chat…

It all started with a text.A perfectly harmless, everyday text —except my brain decided it wasn’t. It read:“Ok.” That was it.Just Ok.No exclamation point.No emoji.Just dry… like dry toast —and…

Plot twist: she started a blog.Because apparently sharing my thoughts with random strangers and talking to myself just wasn’t enough. If you’re here, congratulations — you’ve stumbled into the beautiful…

People ask about the hat.The wide brim. The mystery. The “who does she think she is?” energy. Here’s the truth:It’s not a costume—it’s armor.It’s how I protect my peace when…

Chaos & Charm didn’t pick this look by accident.It’s curated chaos — bougie enough to slay, unhinged enough to relate. The galaxy energy?That’s possibility.It’s the universe whispering,“Girl… anything can happen…

You know that voice inside that says, “Do it — who gon’ check you, boo?”The one we were told to silence because it made us “too dramática.” Plot twist: too…

We are the beautifully undone.The too-extra, the not-enough, the ones who laugh too loud and feel everything twice. We find magic in messes and clarity in chaos.We cry, we curse,…

Perfection is boring.Predictable.And honestly… exhausting. Real life is tripping over absolutely nothing, laughing so you don’t cry, and then pretending it was totally part of the choreography. The best stories…

It all started with a meltdown.Not the graceful, cinematic kind—more like the ugly-cry-on-the-bathroom-floor kind. Life felt like a blender with the lid off.Work. Bills. Relationships. Family group chats that should…