Okay, here we go.
To God be the glory has been wrecking me lately, and I mean that in the best, most uncomfortable way possible. Like, three weeks ago I’m...
Okay, real talk — my mindset shift didn’t happen in some Bali retreat or while journaling with a $40 pen. It happened in a Dunkin’ drive-thru in suburban Ohio...
Hope for the lonely is something I never thought I’d be writing about at 31, sitting cross-legged on my kitchen floor in Ohio because the couch feels too big...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...