A few short years ago, cooking was the most frustrating practice that I put myself through, outside of fad diets and occasionally going on dates. Since college, I’ve loved baking cakes and other desserts from scratch. But cooking was a whole other beast to me, a necessary evil that...
I’m not the type of person to choose a “word for the year.” Doing so never interested me, as I pegged that type of thing for emotionally intelligent people who enjoy creating vision boards at the end of the year and writing “30 goals before age 30” lists. But...
“Maybe y’all will dance,” I said. “I’ll just take pictures of you.” As soon as the words left my mouth during a trip with friends in mid-2021, I knew they weren’t true. Those words were familiar and even accurate in years past, but they no longer felt...
When my mind reaches back to my childhood, I picture small journals with metallic covers. I’ve never been much good at keeping a diary, but 10-year-old me had the most success, and she also started my first blog. When I think of my childhood, I think of Mildred D....
I almost crashed into the guardrail. This wasn’t just any regular rain. I was slipping and sliding down the road under dark gray skies and an extreme downpour, driving all the way across town to pick up a betrayal. I had made this drive more than a hundred times...
I kept replaying those words in my mind hours later. My own words that I couldn’t believe I’d said. The wickedness of the human heart isn’t a new concept to me, but I was still shocked by how mindlessly I’d let those words fly like a...
I spend most Fridays working from my couch where I can control the temperature and noise level, unlike in my beloved coffee shops. My coffee maker is close by where I can go for seconds and quickly continue typing away for hours until it’s time to reap the rewards...
Today is my birthday. A lot has seemed to change, and yet not much has. When I try to visualize the version of me that walked through this world 15-20 years ago, today’s version doesn’t look much different. I’m no longer wearing braces on six front teeth...
There’s a stereotype that introverts don’t like parties. I like parties, as many of us do. I have my limits but specifically, I enjoy the planning part—the organizing, the themes, the decor, the outfits. For a few years, I’ve been waiting until I live in a...