Each month, I trade in the usual format for something looser. A look back at what we read together, what I was personally into, and what life actually looked like on my end while I was writing to you.

I call it the Monthly Edit. Think of it as the issue where I stop being the editor and just talk to you.

Welcome to the June Edit!

I spent most of the month at the beach, which is where I go when things get too loud. The open water, the sound of waves, seagulls, kids laughing in the distance — it puts me back in my body and reminds me I'm exactly where I need to be. Early morning sunrises over the water. Bike rides on the boardwalk. Late afternoons on the sand. Evening walks through the neighborhood when everything cools down. That kind of slow.

Then late June showed up, the way it always does. Father's Day. Turning the beach house over to rental season. Sean's birthday. Our anniversary — 31 years this year, which still surprises me when I say it out loud. And somehow we also fit in a World Cup game, two concerts, and the first annual Padelpalooza. So. That happened. I’m still recovering.

July brings the kids' birthdays, all three within eight days of each other, which is either a miracle of planning or a complete accident depending on who you ask. Either way, it's always the best kind of chaos.

Here's what happened at Bloom. while all of that was going on.

Articles you clicked on most this month

A punk-club Gen Xer who can't kneel to lace a boot anymore. There's a word for that. Read

She wrote six books and won a Nobel Prize. Then she blew up her own life, more than once. Read

Nobody hands you a pamphlet when your life shifts gears in your 50s. So she made her own list. Read

She spent decades judging her mother's aging body. Then she looked in the mirror. Read

Her divorce was ugly and nothing came back. Then a box showed up in the mail, five years later. Read

One big thing, deeply. Or many things, broadly. Which one are you? Read

I have always considered efficiency a superpower. My husband considers it a suggestion. Turns out he might be onto something.

Read

The OneKind Radical Repair Line. Turns out my skin knew what it needed all along. I just had to stop overruling it. (Use Code Sunny30 for 30% off)

My pill organizer, doing steady heroics for allergy season and the aftermath of every padel match I refuse to admit is too much for my knees.

And my eyeglass case, the reason I can actually find my sunglasses or my readers when I need them instead of digging through three bags and a glove compartment.

That's the whole ask.

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