That sounds like a presumptuous and defensive title, doesn’t it? I suppose I would be a little defensive and salty about losing the thing that I’d been trying to find for several years…only to lose it through no fault of my own. The thing that I worked my butt off…

Relationships are a complex mess of balance, communication, and care. But you know you’re in a good place when it doesn’t always feel like work. However, working too hard to communicate might be one sign that you’re in a less-than-good place. In May 2019, I met a man — we’ll…

I’ve written about how we shouldn’t compete with others before — how it’s not good for your mental health, and just not a good way to live life. …

It might seem counterproductive for a relatively new freelancer to give advice on how to do it. But I’ve been at it long enough to know what has worked for me since this crazy journey of researching, free commons photo searching, project jumbling, and deadline meeting began. To be clear…

There’s something magical about staying awake: when the blissful quiet of your solitary existence wraps warmly around you. The trouble is that if I stayed up until 1 a.m. watching Netflix, writing, or otherwise playing around every night like in college, then I would be dead the next day. …

It’s no secret our modern world runs a million miles an hour, with dozens of daily grinds to balance. It’s also no secret that time runs just as fast. …

Sometimes, the response to boosting self-esteem is to tell yourself you’re special. But I’m not going to tell you you’re special, because our problems and daily grinds are not that different. What I can tell you, though, is that no one else shares your life — your memories, your hobbies…

Anxiety comes at different times and at different volumes, so we must have an arsenal on hand to combat it. Me…I combat it by playing pretend. I write stories. I journal about the random nonsense in my imagination. …

You go one of three routes when you graduate from an MFA program: you pursue writing full-time, you return to your old job now declaring you can write, or you become a teacher. By August 2018, reality had cooled me and my friends’ idealistic post grad dreams. We still wrote…