I woke up numb. There's this lingering feeling of dread, but otherwise, everything feels surreal. It's almost like an out-of-body experience where I'm mid-nightmare peering from the outside in, knowing, hoping, that this all couldn't possibly be real. I get it. The people spoke. The whole Midwest ... Read More
Mondays Are Fine: “We Go High”
I meant to write this last weekend, but didn't for whatever reason (okay, I was lazy)—but turns out, it was better suited for today. I spent last weekend in Boston for the sole purpose of seeing my core girls again. These are women I met in high school and have never let go of since even ... Read More
Tell Me I’m Beautiful
Am I beautiful because people tell me I'm beautiful? Am I beautiful because men tell me, or because the women in my life tell me, or because I know I am? . . . xx ... Read More