We Weren't Told

Shenseea’s new song “Vulnerability” is framed as a therapy session, and one line in it got the whole internet talking. This week we’re unpacking what it stirred up about faking orgasms, silence, and the language we were never given. In this episode we’re: Talking about Shenseea’s “Vulnerability” and why a woman built on bravado choosing to say “I’m guarded and I want to be more open” matters. Unpa...

have a coloring book from the pharmacy, an embroidery hoop, and a guilty voice that shows up at the end of the day to tell me that’s all I did. This week, I’m talking about where that voice came from and why I’m done listening to it. In this episode we’re: Questioning the word “all” in “all you did today was rest,” and what it assumes about our worth. Breaking down the different types of rest, and...

Two weeks ago I gave you an assignment, then went quiet to do one of my own: a virtual writer’s summit that introduced me to a concept I haven’t stopped thinking about since, and a reminder that a year ago I had no podcast and now I have twenty-five episodes. In this episode we’re: Unpacking titration, the somatic creativity practice of approaching hard things in small, measured doses so your nerv...

A tattoo on the wrist of an 80-year-old woman I met in Wisconsin, some feedback from a faithful listener, and a book that finally convinced me to stop waiting for my ducks to get in a row. It's a short one this week, because I'm practising what I preach! Let's get our shit together, well -- TOGETHER! In this episode we're: Revisiting the woman over 80 I met in Wisconsin, and the &q...

I turned 43 yesterday, and it felt less like arriving somewhere and more like the moment on a sports massage table when a deep knot finally releases — painful, then unexpectedly lighter. In this episode we're: Revisiting what my 40th birthday looked like compared to yesterday, and what changed in between. Naming the ache of celebrating without my sisters there, and how joy and sadness sat in t...

I haven't posted on Instagram in about two weeks — not because I decided to, but because my body decided for me. It all started with a weird afternoon nap and a headache that showed up the moment I thought about posting. In this episode we're: Unpacking the difference between being a memory maker and a content creator, and how easy it is to get the two confused. Paying attention to when yo...

** TW: Discussions of suicide and filicide. Please take care while listening ** I've been sitting with the Lindsay Clancy case — a mother who strangled her three children and then tried to take her own life after repeatedly telling doctors and family she was in mental crisis — and what it surfaced about the gap between the motherhood millennial women were promised, and the one nobody prepared...

I missed an episode last week because I was deep in the administration of my father's estate — and then I went to Wisconsin, to the writing workshop I'd impulsively booked, and let a wave of grief knock me over on an island with no memories of him waiting for me. In this episode we're: Naming why I missed last week, and choosing grace over discipline when I needed it Revisiting the impulse trip to...

A family member told me to remember "positive memories only" about my late father, and it made me so angry I couldn't speak -- until I did. One reel and forty-four messages later from strangers in their own grief, I've made a decision I didn't expect to make, and I'm officially opening a new chapter. In this episode we're: Unpacking what it means when well-meaning peo...

CJ and I just celebrated sixteen years of marriage with less than twenty hours away in the Blue Mountains. Nope, not afull weekend, and nope, not a fancy resort -- just a quiet, small Airbnb room in the mountains. As a result, I finally understood something my writing mentor tried to explain when I was sixteen years old, about what a long time actually means. In this episode we're:- Revisiting...

I hosted Girls Night In: Hobbies Edition last Saturday — pyjamas, wings, a colouring book from the pharmacy — because a particular type of silence has opened up in my life in the past few months, which made me realize I hadn't been tending my friendships the way they deserved. Turns out gathering my girls with something slow and screen-free to do with our hands was exactly what I needed. In th...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I just closed my eyes and put a very large writing workshop bill on my credit card — flights, a ferry, the whole thing — and felt the exact same rush I felt in my twenties buying eighty dollar perfumes I couldn't afford. It sent me down a rabbit hole about where my money stuff actually comes from, and whether twenty y...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. A fifteen-second video landed in my high school group chat this week. It was a video of our alma mater's newest graduating class -- cap and gown, hotel ballroom, the whole thing. It sent me straight back to the cafeteria where my class got ours instead. Thirty-one years later, I'm realizing I never actually got over i...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I decided a long time ago that I wasn't a football person. No maps, no cardinal directions, no football — these were just facts about me, or so I thought. Then I asked my gym trainer a question about football, instead of defending my position like usual. Three days later I was on my couch watching Cape Verde p...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I was recently in a room full of women my age — millennials and Gen X — gathered to learn from a woman who is genuinely excellent at what she does. I'm talking senior in her field and decades in. We were there to receive her professional expertise, the kind that can only be built over real time. And somehow, t...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. Fair warning — this is my voice after four days of flu and zero voice, and it's either this or I don't show up. And we are not doing that. We went to Ocho Rios for Father's Day weekend, and somewhere between the AC on full blast, a standing fan three inches from my chest, and CJ joking "maybe it&#...

We Weren't Told | Episode 13: Your Body Is Keeping Score Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I've been in the thick of something heavy with some family members — and then I got a message from one of my most cherished friends that made everything I'd been carrying look completely different. She is fighting for her life. And I realised I&#...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I went to a moms' networking event a few weeks ago and as part of an icebreaker, a woman pulled a pair of tiny socks out of her handbag. She said being her son's mother is the most important thing she has ever done in her life — and she meant it with her whole chest. And I sat there and felt something I co...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. Threads was on fire this morning. Jay-Z showed up at The Roots Picnic — combed-out locks, dressed in the black Tims, fifty-seven years old and completely himself. Meanwhile Drake dropped three albums after two years of silence and the internet split right down generational lines. And I couldn't stop asking mys...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I'll be honest — this episode almost didn't happen. I've been in a two-day existential funk, the real "is this it?" kind, not the tagline kind. It was CJ who told me to just talk about it. So here I am, Monday at 3:24 PM, showing up anyway. In this episode, I'm talking about what a boiled...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I had coffee recently with a woman I've known since I was four years old — same prep school, same high school, now both mothers of twelve-year-olds. Part of our convo was about what Catholic school did to us, and what it quietly withheld -- the S words. Both of them — sex and silence. And either way, we were n...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I was at my favourite café last week — the one I go to alone, to write — when something ordinary happened — a cashier was filming content, a beautiful young man stepped into the sunlight, and I realised I was on the other side of the camera entirely. In this episode, I'm talking about the part of us that still...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. I'm going to be honest with you — I have been crashing out for the last two weeks. Eleven minute voice notes, therapy, ceiling-staring. A full, sustained emotional crash. And I almost didn't make this episode because I kept waiting until I had something neat to say about it. I don't. What I have is the...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. By now you've seen the video. Noah Lyles. Junelle Bromfield. The dress reveal. And we need to talk about it — not just the moment itself, but what the reaction to it revealed about something much deeper that millennial women were handed a long time ago. We Weren't Told revisits the expectations millennial...

Millennial girlies, pull up a chair — and no, for once, not at your therapist's. The internet has a menu for you. Option one: trad wife, sourdough from scratch, a starter named Gerald, submission as aesthetic. Option two: marriage is a trap, domesticity is a con, ascend or be complicit. And somewhere between the MAHA moms and the TikTok feminists — in that gap the algorithm doesn't know wh...