There is nothing more ironic than a writer sitting in front of a blinking cursor with absolutely nothing to say. Or maybe not nothing to say, but too much. Too many thoughts trying to organize themselves into something meaningful. Too much pressure to make it timely, impactful, thoughtful, ...

Have you ever wondered about the days of the week and how they would feel if they had feelings? No? Well, I have. It all started on a regular Monday morning where I caught myself still smiling because of the day before. Otherwise, let’s face it, Monday would probably hold every single ...

There’s something I keep coming back to lately. It’s not new, not groundbreaking, not something you haven’t heard before. But it’s landing differently now. Heavier and more real. Two things can be true at the same time. We say it casually, almost like a throwaway line. Of course ...

I was doing laundry the other day — yes, this is where we are now, folks. Riveting stuff happening over here. And I couldn’t help but think about how, just a year ago, I was days away from boarding a plane, heading overseas, alone, chasing something bigger than my everyday routine. Funny ...

I’ve realized something about myself. I am, unapologetically, a 7 p.m. girl in a 9 p.m. world. In the winter, this works in my favor. The sun clocks out at 5 p.m., and suddenly my entire personality feels validated. Dinner? Done. Shower? Taken. Comfy clothes? On. By 7 p.m., I’m curled up ...

I’d like to believe we all daydream — just in different ways. Not always the big, cinematic kind (though I’m not opposed to perfect lighting and a slow walk on the beach), but the quieter ones that slip in between school dropoffs, grocery runs and the emails that somehow multiply when ...