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…
Purpose Before Popularity
I don’t believe that we’re only allotted one passion. I believe that there are several places of fervor and joy that we can discover throughout our lives; places to stand in, places that set our bellies on fire. I believe…
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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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Clouds in My Coffee
The other morning I was sitting at my desk dunking an Italian butter cookie into my coffee. I stared blankly into my mug as bits of cookie became coffee-logged and surrendered themselves to the pool of liquid. I sit with…
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To Build or to Damage
I was driving down the Parkway the other day, as good Boonies regularly do, for an unexpectedly long time, as inexperienced Boonies tend to do, and I started doing some serious thinking. For those of you unfamiliar with Boone or other…
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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…
