I was in seventh grade when my paper-thin confidence was shattered by a boy.
It was a dark and stormy night, literally. It was also my freshman year of college. I know, I’m a late-bloomer.
Do we ever answer the question “How are you?” truthfully? How often do we answer with a simple “I’m good” or “I’m fine” to avoid a…
Two weeks into freshman year, two new friends laughingly told me that on our first day of…
I don’t remember what sins I repented of at my first Confession, but I do remember what I…
New Year’s Eve 2013 was a quiet one.
One of the reasons the beginning of the year is my favorite time is because people are so motivated to make positive changes…
I lay in bed with my shirt pulled up to my chin looking down at my 11-year-old chest. The left side of it sloped in an even…
Strange Changes: