I started thinking about this again recently after talking with a few friends about the state of our country. My friend Hayley sent a text that's stuck with me for days since. “People only care about what other people are doing right now, not how they're doing," she said.
I remember being in high school, sitting at my desk by the window, watching cars drive by on the street outside. I remember thinking how lucky they were to be able to go wherever they wanted, unattached to a school's schedule, longing to become an adult so that I could finally choose how I got to spend my own hours.
Read MoreI didn’t think I would write about quarantine. About the pandemic at all, in fact. It feels like everywhere we turn, there are more articles, more opinions, more feelings being shared about how we should and should not feel about the changed world around us. I’ve been sitting aside, silently, trying to figure out what it all means to me.
Read MoreI trapped myself back into the box of believing my thoughts don’t matter to the world. Of believing I am someone destined for silence, while others were made for the loudspeaker. But in doing so, I was distancing myself further and further from my purpose. There are a few things that helped bring me back to this space, and to writing in general. I hope they can help you if you’ve been struggling with similar feelings.
Read MoreWriters, this one is for you. From memoirs to books on the craft, these books on writing will help bring out the best writer in you!
Read MoreSince I was 16 years old, I’ve had the honor of working under some incredible, experienced, smart women. But what is it about their leadership makes them so great to work for?
Read MoreI find myself reading books and blogs written by people living with terminal illnesses. It started with When Breath Becomes Air, then it was the cancer blogs, then it was watching “The Bucket List”—it’s turned into an addiction for me.
Read MoreReading has been my favorite thing in the world to do since I was three years old memorizing all of the words to my favorite Dr. Seuss. There’s no better way to spend an evening (or a morning, or an afternoon) than curled up with a book and some tea (or coffee, or wine, or an entire bottle of wine, whatever).
Seeing as I don’t hide my reading affair, I get a lot of friends asking for book recommendations. And I figured I might as well start sharing my favorites here too!
When my boyfriend asks me what I love about him, my first thought comes to this—he is a follower of his own compass. In a world crippled by the influence of social media, people trying to prove they matter with the help of VSCO filters and golden hour lighting, finding someone who is determined to make their own path is a treasure.
Read MoreWanting a relationship meant I cared more about a man than my dreams. Envisioning a partner to do life with meant I wasn’t focusing on the life I could create for myself, all on my own. I didn’t want to be ‘that girl.’
Read MoreMy family comes from a long line of individuals who created their identities as farmers in the south, but the results of my father’s DNA test didn’t say “Southern.” He is a puzzle made up of pieces of European blood, the great-grandchild of an individual who decided to cross the Atlantic with only a dream of what life might look like on the distant coast.
Read MoreMy philosophy has always been that you can’t complain about things you don’t have if you aren’t working toward getting them, but this year had me doing a lot of immobile complaining
Read MoreYou give him the brush when you decide that he is what makes you important. Paint me the way you like.
Read MoreMy first instinct was to connect the pieces of my life and say, “What have you done? You’re turning 24, and what do you have to show for it?”
Read MoreI want to start this next year of my life drenched in optimism, and so I made a list. A list of 24 hopes for the person I will be in another 365 days. Hopes of what I can use these coming 365 days for.
Read MoreI’m sitting here in bed at 8:42pm looking at a blank piece of paper, trying to catch words outside of my reach.
Read MoreIn March, a boy called me on the phone. From the first sound of his voice, I knew something was going to be different. He always called, never texted. He said he wanted to be in my life, not on my screen. He said a lot of wonderful things. His words were always what sank me further—falling.
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