One Little Ball of Dirt

I attended Catholic school as a child and vividly remember the excitement as blaring sirens drew hundreds of of plaid skirts and navy shorts into a dozen single-file lines. When the monthly fire drills went well, the principal--a stern, gray-haired nun--would announce a "free dress day." The prospective of leaving my stiff skirts and collared shirt... Continue Reading →

Listening To Your Life

My good friend recently went through a breakup, and her therapist suggested that maybe she didn't listen to her inner voice when entering the relationship; maybe she ignored the little voice that told her that he wasn't a great fit. I think may of us do just that when it comes to our relationships, jobs,... Continue Reading →

Moments of Questioning

I want few things, but they all seem so unlikely: to uncover my truth, manifest my innermost thoughts, and capture your heart. And I can't help but wonder if that makes me irresponsible to pursue all at the same time. I am gripped by the uncertainty so often that it makes them all seem foolish.... Continue Reading →

Valley Fever And The $1k Remodel

Two weeks ago, I wrote about being sick, broke, and homeless. Repeatedly, I've been reminding myself that it's all about perspective. My in-laws just returned from India, where poverty was uncomfortably rampant. My good friend's boyfriend moved out without explanation, and then returned back the next day with the loaded moving truck and a half-hearted... Continue Reading →

Humble Delusion

As writers, many of us grew up with dreams of becoming the next Roald Dahl, Beverly Cleary, or J. K. Rowling. We emboldened ourselves with hopes of emulating the brilliant minds that gave us a sense of connection in an overwhelming and overly-extroverted word. Yet, simultaneously, most of us also had huge insecurities about our writing.... Continue Reading →

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