The Arlee

Joined September 2018

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Sweet tea addict, professional people-watcher, and recovering overthinker. Writing about whatever makes me laugh, cry, or holler “bless your heart.”

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30 Isn’t What I Thought It Would Be (And Maybe That’s Okay)
I don’t feel excited about turning 30. But I’m not sad either. It’s this strange middle place—somewhere between acceptance and uncertainty.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Confessions
The Mother-in-Law Who Never Looked My Way
You never really saw me. Not beyond the introductions, not past the polite smiles and the practiced small talk. You didn’t ask where I came from,
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets
How I Made $50K on TikTok Shop (Without Dancing or Having a Million Followers)
Let me just say this up front. I didn’t make $50,000 on TikTok Shop because I know how to dance or because I have a ring light and a perfectly curated Amazon storefront. I made it because I was willing to try, fail, learn, and film my life along the way. I made it because I found products I actually liked, and I talked about them in my own voice.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Motivation
The Pool Wasn’t Warm Enough
The house sat like a postcard at the top of the hill, wrapped in white light. The rental listing had promised panoramic views of the valley, resort-style infinity pool, modern design touches throughout.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Fiction
Ode to the Organ I Didn’t Know I Needed
I used to live wild, Drenched fries in oil, Ate cheese like oxygen, Let butter boil. Never thought twice About pizza or cream,
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets
The Quiet That Came After
It came not like a storm— but like the stillness after one. When the world is technically safe, but nothing feels whole.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets
The Room With the Blue Light
There was a room I wasn’t supposed to enter. Second door on the left. Where the hallway shifted colder, and the carpet swallowed sound.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets
Postpartum Depression: What Every Man Needs to Know (But No One Tells Him)
Author’s Note: This isn’t another “baby blues” blog. This is the stuff no one warned you about. If you’re a husband, boyfriend, partner, or even just a man who plans to have kids one day, this is for you. Not to guilt you. To prepare you. To wake you up.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Families
How to Disappear Without Leaving
First, wake before the sun remembers your name. Open the window. Let the wind rearrange your thoughts. Take nothing with you—
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets
The Lemonade Stand That Didn’t Exist
Every summer, Ellie and Mason swore they’d build a lemonade stand. They’d sit cross-legged on the driveway, scribbling plans on the backs of cereal boxes and napkins. Mason wanted a neon sign. Ellie wanted to name it Squeeze the Day. They argued over flavors, pricing, and whether they needed matching shirts. They never agreed on anything—except that it would happen next summer. Always next summer.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Fiction
At This Rate, I’ll Be Rich in 37 Years: My Delusional Plan to Make Money on Vocal
When I found out Vocal+ pays $6 per 1,000 views, I did what any completely rational person would do: I made a spreadsheet, declared myself a professional writer, and told three people that I was “basically going to be rich now.”
By The Arlee6 months ago in Humor
Dear Heroin
Dear Heroin, I hope you rot. I hope the same poison you give finds its way back into your own veins. I hope it burns.
By The Arlee6 months ago in Poets

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30 Isn’t What I Thought It Would Be (And Maybe That’s Okay)

The Mother-in-Law Who Never Looked My Way

How I Made $50K on TikTok Shop (Without Dancing or Having a Million Followers)

The Pool Wasn’t Warm Enough

Ode to the Organ I Didn’t Know I Needed

The Quiet That Came After

The Room With the Blue Light

Postpartum Depression: What Every Man Needs to Know (But No One Tells Him)

How to Disappear Without Leaving

The Lemonade Stand That Didn’t Exist

At This Rate, I’ll Be Rich in 37 Years: My Delusional Plan to Make Money on Vocal

Dear Heroin

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