Identity Crisis

If you ask my parents, or their checking accounts, they will tell you that my two very average legs are each worth about as much as gold. I was a soccer player most of my life. My parents poured so much money into this passion: clubs, camps, cleats, tournaments, and miles and miles of gas burned … More Identity Crisis

Prove It

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

I DO not

About two weeks ago I deleted my secret “I do” page on Pinterest, all of it. I deleted a wide selection of cakes, entrées, decorations, dresses, rings, cocktails, song lists, and everything else I once thought would be essential for my big day. Every single pin was gone in the click of one button. Why? … More I DO not


I am an INFJ. That’s what good ole Myers Briggs declared of me. I’m more introverted than extroverted, meaning I get energy from being alone, I’m more intuition than sensing, meaning I pay more attention to impressions or meanings behind instances rather than cold hard reality. I am more feeling than thinking, meaning I tend … More Verted…


Bereave (verb) be deprived of a loved one through a profound absence, especially due to the loved one’s death.             He was happy. She stood in the middle of the campus courtyard and ran her fingers over the plaque, over the nine names of the “gone but never forgotten.” The world got blurry, and she … More Bereave