I am in Control

I often wish I were quick-witted. I wish I knew what to say the very moment it needed to be said. For instance, the other night in an elevator a preteen was standing across from me, noticed something weird about my face, and ran over to her friend to whisper in her ear. Her friend…

When a Perfectionist Writes a Book

It’s here! It’s finally here! It’s been a year since I found out I would be writing a book and having it published, but in many ways, it feels like I’ve been waiting for this day my entire life. I don’t necessarily believe in fate or destiny, but I have always known I would do…

What Happened When I Took Pride in My Appearance

Ok, I’ll admit it.  When it comes to my appearance, I’m pretty lazy.  Most weekdays I toss my sopping wet hair up into a bun and head out the door to my job.  In my defense, the alarm on my phone usually starts its obnoxious blaring at 4:30 in the morning so I can go…

I Love Me

If you’re anything like me, you find yourself year after year wondering what makes February 14th so dang special. I don’t get it, do you? I’m single (nothing new there) and dateless (yet again) on Valentine’s Day. And I’m actually OK with that. Had you asked a twenty-something-year-old me what I thought about being perpetually…

A Letter to My Mockers

To the two boys in The Fresh Market yesterday who pointed and snickered at me: I was too taken aback to confront you in the moment, but since I’ve had the time to process your asinine behavior, I have something I’d like to say to you. Grow up. You were only about 12 or 13…