I loathe feet. Can’t stand them. Mine are wretchedly beaten up from high heels, half marathons, and walking…
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I Don’t Have Time For Regrets
By the time this post hits the Inter-Web, I will be 34. People keep asking if I’m concerned…
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Believe in Growth, All Day, Every Day
You always hear people say that you grow closer to your partner when you have children, or when…
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My Heart Hurts From Hurting
What. The. F. What is the matter with people? I wrote in my last post that I live…
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Let Them Talk About Your Lack of Perfection
I hold an English minor from my undergrad days, one with a heavy emphasis on literature (immense gratitude…
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Does It Really Matter?
An acquaintance of mine who saw my Project Wednesday posts on social media sent me a note congratulating…
