I think about life a lot. If you’re a repeat reader then you’ll know this. I’ve pondered my word and the walkways of life. I’ve chatted about boys, relationships, college, growing up, growing apart, the gauntlet of human experiences. But what I don’t think I’ve ever chatted with you about is how all of those pieces [...]
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I don’t know when Lewis Carroll first uttered those words, but I love them. I’ve recently been told by three different people that I’m not a typical 23 year old. That I have an old soul. It’s not the first time I’ve heard the statement, but it is the first time It has come from [...]
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I’ve often thought life was similar to the moving walkways you see at the airport. Each of us moves through life at our own pace. Sometimes we walk quickly so as to get to the next point quicker. Other times we simply pause on the walkway, desperately wishing we could do something, anything to get [...]
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Back when I was 14, I really only wanted one thing: to be 16 so I could drive. I could almost taste the freedom of going to the movies without telling my parents, of staying out later than 10 p.m. (by the way thanks mom and dad for making me the only 16 year old [...]
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Much to my mother’s dismay and my sister’s dislike I am not a clean freak. I always wish I was. I wish I was one of those people who liked to vacuum, loved to dust and found a sense of satisfaction when the dishwasher was empty and everything was neatly in its place. But I’m [...]
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