I’m Glad I Failed My Fitness Challenge
My relationship with fitness is…complicated. I have never been athletic. My history with sports consists of exactly one year of soccer when I was 8…
My relationship with fitness is…complicated. I have never been athletic. My history with sports consists of exactly one year of soccer when I was 8…
I woke up January 1 and said to myself, this is going to be my year. It was going to be the year that turned…
Growing up, I had a notebook addiction. I was obsessed with cracking open the spine of a new journal and dreaming over the limitless possibilities…
The days are shorter, the nights are longer, and your bed seems cozier. During winter, the thought of abandoning your warm, welcoming blankets can become…
Sitting down with my journal this week, I had hoped to write a reflection that I could one day show my children, something about how…
One of my favorite December traditions is sitting down in front of the twinkling Christmas tree with my journal and a cup of tea to…
The beginning of a new year is a great time to consider where we are in life, what matters to us, and where we want…
Winter has never been my favorite season. In fact, it’s difficult for me to name even one positive aspect of a cold, snowy, gray New…
Armed with newfound post-grad confidence and a J.Crew blazer, I entered my first grown-up job at a law firm as a paralegal. Work consisted of…
When my grandmother died several years ago, my mom and aunts found an item that captivated me: Her journal, cracked at the binding, containing, by…