“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart. The waking up is the hardest part.” Those lyrics just hit differently when you’re thirteen years old and someone tells you that the boy you were “talking to” was caught canoodling with your best friend behind the big white slide at the local water park… Needless to say, … More Dreaming With a Broken Heart
Six years ago, I sat in an old Buick with the boy I liked as we ate Taco Bell and listened to Jack Johnson Pandora. We’d been seeing each other a little over a month at this point, but that month was intense. It was full of obvious attraction, long walks, and dances under a … More The Unlikely Friendship of Happy and Hard
I think faith manifests when we stop standing in the realm of “where we are” and instead rest in the realm of “what we believe.” … More Medically Speaking…
Pain, We meet again. You’ve always kind of lingered. Here and there you’d make your appearance. You’re just always around, either directly in my story or someone else’s. You’re like an explosive relative. We all brace for you, and though we hurt for the others impacted by you, we all breathe a little sigh of … More An Open Letter to Pain
People act like tragedy is a mountain. You climb up, and up, and up, then you peak, and catch a train down, because the hard part is over. And many times, the very peak of the peak actually feels that way. Every little thing makes you cry tears of joy because you’ve longed for so … More The Storms After the Storm
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
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
I am convinced that the rare times that I’ve laughed so hard that my body shakes, my mouth releases nothing but airy gasps, my face turns purple, and I can hardly breathe, add years to my life. I love truth, and I tend to express truth best through hurt. Ask my fellow writing majors, my short … More Laugh It Off
I’m at the beach right now so I would like for you to join me for a little bit. Wherever you are whether it’s the indecisive Midwest or the dry west, or the sassy New England think of standing in the sand with just your feet in the water. The waves are a little fickle. … More Where You Desired to Be
I was an oopsie baby. My parents had thrown in the towel on a third kid years before the stork decided to drop me off at their house so I could take over their retirement fund. They were just getting to where they could see the light of an empty nest. They were counting the … More Unexpected Blessings
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