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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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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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…
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Do We Want to Be Mothers or Do We Want to Be Like Our Mothers?
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. “This” being motherhood. As some of you may know I adopted a puppy back in May which means I have joined the club of “furmoms” or “pupmoms” or whatever you want to…
