I went to USC for my first semester of college. My time there was brief and painstakingly miserable. Nothing against the Gamecocks or Columbia, it just wasn’t for me. The best gift I got for Christmas that year was moving…
An Ode to Self-Love
Hello beautiful people. It’s been a pretty minute since I’ve written anything for you to read. This “writing for others” thing is still so fresh on my list of to-dos that sometimes I forget to do it and other times…
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23 Things I’ve Learned in 23 Years
Today I turned an underwhelming twenty-three years old. Twenty-three is the first of many years that no one is too thrilled about turning. The fizzle and pizzazz of the big milestone firsts have dwindled away. I am no longer an…
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Letting the Fear Lead
Over a year ago, I was talking to this guy, this totally and completely gorgeous guy. We had met at a party in Wilmington and exchanged numbers. He was tall, tan, very muscle-y, and had light eyes and dark hair….
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A No to Shattering
In the world of writing, there is a lot of rejection. There are magazines, contests, and publications to which you can submit your work and wait, for what feels like years, to hear what they think. If you’re a writer…
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The Best & All the Rest
In a constant state of preparation for my first 3 days of grad school, I spent hours this week piecing myself together. I was fixated on all of the delicate, tiny, particular details of my appearance; the way my hair…
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All She Is & All She Is Not
Analise was born 1 month and 3 days after my 4th birthday. I do not have any recollection of her as an infant so I will not type here pretending to know what it was like to bring home a…
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Things I Can’t Carry
About two months ago, I was talking with an old friend over drinks. He and I have been friends for 8 years so you could say he knows me fairly well. Our conversations usually take a turn for the deep…
