Tonight I came home and found myself without plans. When faced with a night like this, I usually have one of two experiences. I either revel...

"Here are a few thoughts on being twenty-five-ish, some that I knew, because smart older people gave me good advice, and some that I re...

I've been reading this a mazing book by Brene' Brown , called The Gifts of Imperfection . And there was one passage that really stru...

This has been a very strange season. A beautiful, raw, painful, distant season. Coming into Thanksgiving, I found myself more confused and d...

In the past few months I have been experiencing an identity crisis. Number 282, the be exact. Welcome to my twenties. So when I was flipping...

Temptation to succumb to slumber, to seethe poisonous words to unknown faces. To dance wildly; rash and raw. To scream, sing, and seize ...

I am hesitant to cover your smooth pages with my cluttered words. A 200-page commitment. And yet, I forget that it is only then that you...