Welcoming Nostalgia
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
I tend to be so driven to reach new chapters that I don’t allow myself to visit the realm of nostalgia. … More Welcoming Nostalgia
Yes, I was one of those. I was the girl who read The Fault in Our Stars the summer before my senior year of high school. I was the girl who stayed up until four in the morning to finish it, and I was the girl who had to put the book down for a … More The Beauty of Pain’s Demands
“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if … More Your Catcher in the Rye
I hate to workout. There’s nothing more to it. I don’t enjoy it, my body hates me while I do it, and the only way I can finish m run is if I listen to “If You’re Going Through Hell” for the last quarter mile. I played soccer for most of my life, and once … More Butterfly Opportunities
I don’t consider myself to be a feminist. I also wouldn’t classify myself as an anti-feminist or a traditionalist. I’m kind of caught in this dilemma, because while I agree that women should have equal rights, I’ve never been in a place where I haven’t. I’ve just worked hard, and in result I’ve reaped rewards. … More Prove It
authenticity has become a rarity because no one other than the offended knows how to effectively express opinions without being attacked and demoralized. … More No Offense, But Stop Being Offended
I gained the official title of “Aunt Alycia” when Brooklynn Rae Danielle Howard was born on December 10, 2004, just nine days before my tenth birthday. Let me tell you, I wore the title proud. The age difference between my niece and I allowed me to be the “cool aunt.” You know that aunt, the … More The Importance of a Mini-me
My awkward phase far surpassed the normal amount of years for such tragedy. I’m talking about started in fifth grade, and lasted until after high school graduation kind of long. Heck, some may argue I’m still in it… (If that’s you, then just drop dead.) Not only was it long lasting, but I also received … More Benefits of the Awkward Phase