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Love Bombed at Work: When Boundaries Blur and Affection Becomes Manipulation “Love bombing” is a term that gets thrown around a lot in dating—lavish praise, intense attention, emotional overwhelm. But what happens when it shows up somewhere it absolutely shouldn’t? I was love bombed at work—and it took every ounce of self-awareness and strength not to let the manipulative dynamics change who I am. Let me be clear: I’m not anti-social at work. Some of my closest, most meaningful friendships began in the workplace. I’ve joined (and led) social committees, thrown team happy hours, and genuinely believe in the power of human connection on the job. The difference? Those connections grew organically. What I experienced in this particular environment wasn’t about cultivating relationships—it was about mandating them. There’s a difference between enabling connection and enforcing closeness . And when an organization starts expecting personal intimacy as a prerequisite for professional belong...

Card-Carrying and Loudly Proud: My Library Evangelism Era While sitting in Central Park recently, I did something I'm both proud of and slightly ashamed to admit: I set up my best friend Jenny’s library card. On her phone. While also shaming her (gently!) for not already using this city resource. I’m a library champion who occasionally teeters on bully — but it’s only because I care. And because the public library is, quite honestly, one of the greatest resources we already pay for with our taxes. Why not take advantage? Maybe my obsession started at the Altoona Public Library . I was young, curious, and enchanted by the surroundings. So enchanted, in fact, that while my mom returned a book, I borrowed her car keys and inserted them into an electrical socket. For science, of course. “Put Key In 🔑, Fire Comes Out 🔥” is now a favorite story of Mama Jane — though we tend to gloss over the part where I melted the keys to my dad’s car and stranded us at the library. To be fair, I was ...

One of the best ways to spend a rainy Sunday in New York City? Good friends, good food, and something a little unexpected. Bonus points if there’s art and culture mixed in. On a recent gray afternoon, we hit the jackpot at Genesis House — a beautifully designed space in the Meatpacking District that manages to merge luxury, calm, and creativity under one roof. We went down initially to catch the Forest exhibit, a buzzed-about installation that promised to awaken the senses. But to our delight, we discovered there was a stunning restaurant upstairs, and we decided to turn the outing into a true New York experience: an indulgent, multi-course tasting menu with beverage pairings, the kind of lunch that turns into an afternoon. The meal was a standout — every course thoughtfully crafted and beautifully plated. My favorite? The first course, a delicate and refreshing mulhwe, which set the tone for the rest of the experience. Dessert was equally memorable: a pear shaved ice served in a gorge...

A More Honest Look at Trade, Tariffs, and the Global Economy In a recent opinion piece, a fellow contributor to the Altoona Mirror suggest that for nearly 80 years, the United States has "subsidized" other nations through trade, and praises President Trump's proposal to impose a 10% across-the-board tariff on imports. While this narrative has a certain surface appeal -- rooted in patriotic nostalgia and perceived economic justice -- it collapses under the weight of history, economic, and reality. Link here to the Altoona Mirror Opinions Page. Let me offer a different lens—one from someone living it. I’m a small business owner in the United States. I’ve poured my time, energy, and money into trying to build something meaningful and sustainable. And I can tell you: it’s never been harder to keep the lights on. The cost of goods is rising sharply. My vendors—like most in today’s supply chain—rely on international sourcing. That means when tariffs go up, my prices go up. ...

Mom’s Blouses (And the Closet She Never Locked) Remember the days when you'd sneak into your mom's closet and clomp around in her high heels like you were born for the runway? If your family is anything like mine, the photo albums are filled with images of a sweet little one in some outrageously oversized pumps. (Okay, technically those pictures are mostly of my sister—the running family joke is that they stopped taking photos when I came along. Classic younger-sibling sob story.) A few years ago, I found myself back in Altoona, PA, raiding my mom's closet all over again. It had been a while, but the magic was still there. My mom had a chic ‘80s vibe that just can’t be replicated. Sure, some of the pieces are too big (those shoulder pads meant business), but each blouse carries a kind of joy that’s hard to explain. It’s like going back to your favorite restaurant and being hugged by the meal. That’s what her blouses do for me. The wild thing is, she never really knew she wa...

Frame of Reference: A Maybe Happy Ending (and Definitely Happy Day) in NYC We’ll get to the review (spoiler alert: it was GREAT ), but first — let me set the scene. Because what made Maybe Happy Ending so special was everything that came before it: a classic, serendipitous New York City day, filled with surprises and joy. It was Mother’s Day, and my mom was visiting — always a treat. But also in town? My dear friend Kelly (see previous post!), celebrating both her birthday and Mother’s Day. She drove in with her family, ready for a whirlwind weekend of Broadway shows. (Side note: Not everyone would expect Kelly to be Broadway-obsessed.  But at brunch, she confessed that if she lived in NYC, she’d be “Broadway Broke.” I believe her. The woman packed three shows into 48 hours. That’s not a trip — that’s a musical mission.) We kicked off the day with brunch at Café Un Deux Trois — easy for Kelly and her crew to get to, and, bonus, they had a Mother’s Day reservation. I was just ho...

Travel Treasures: Stories Woven Into What I Wear As travel season gears up, I’ve been reflecting on the journeys I’ve taken with loved ones—and the memories I carry home with me, quite literally. Despite my extreme fear of heights (yes, I’m that person who won’t look down at scenic overlooks), I’ve found myself in elevated destinations I once only dreamed of. From mountains to medinas, my heart races just as fast from beauty as it does from altitude. If you’ve read a few of my posts by now, you know I’m a sentimentalist. That extends to how I collect memories. For years, I’ve been drawn to travel keepsakes—but I’ve traded classic magnets and keychains for something more wearable. These pieces help me carry the spirit of a trip with me every day. How It Started: The Magnet Era It all began with magnets. Tiny tokens from everywhere—gift shops, airport kiosks, museum lobbies. I loved them...until I realized they were just taking up space (and dust) in my one-bedroom Manhattan apart...