About

Writer. Empath. Friend to all bodega cats.

Meaghan McGoldrick wrote most of what you’ll read on here as a 20-something post-grad/boxed wine-o, still trying to find her footing (and manage her personal finances) while living in your average shoebox apartment above a Brooklyn barbershop. A (not-so-)recent graduate of Iona College, she spent her days reporting and her nights penning personal essays of love, loss and what happens when you spend all your money on the aforementioned boxed wine.

Now, she’s in her 30s (yikes!) and hasn’t touched this platform in some time. But it still lives on Google, and she can’t bear to archive it. So here we are in the edit box. Thankfully, she’s more or less the same person she was then — she’s just an O’Neil now, and she has a modest savings account.

Also (still) enjoys: donuts, Dancing With the Stars and moderate walks on the beach.

Bylines: here
Fighting cancer one dance move at a time: here*
*CCKL is on hiatus — but we’ll be back one day, someday, when we feel like giving ourselves gray hair