What Student Loan Debt Really Looks Like

When I was 7 years old, I broke my teacher’s favorite coffee mug. Miss DeLong. She never said it was her mug, but her reaction to my faux-pas (the unfortunate and entirely accidental result of playing the hand slap game too close to her desk) suggested as much. I don’t recall the exact mug itself….

This one word empowered me to live like a boss.

Short on time? Listen to this post on-the-go: [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]From the moment you emerge from the womb, it seems like evvvveryone wants to know what you want to “be when you grow up.” I decided early on that I was “supposed” to be a professional working woman, like my mom. An amorphous “business woman,”…

The simple act that changed everything.

When I was 4, I thought I could be anything. Really, anything. A pop singer who moonlights as a grocery store clerk, pulling occasional shifts driving a limo and working on her 3rd best-selling novel. Wow, that sounds reeeeally specific… was that ACTUALLY your dream? Yes. Yes, it was. Don’t act like you’re surprised. But when…

Opportunity Bees

Part III of the “Self-Annoyed: Solopreneurship Done Write” series, where I openly battle for control over my mindset + wrestle with cultural myths about success. All at once, the air itself thickens and churns. The landscape loses its footing, creating a marbling panorama of color. Goddammit. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this. Against my will,…

Shooter

I used to primarily blog about parenting. It was a love/ hate relationship for me. While staunchly resisting the label of “mom blogger” and bemoaning the fact that most of my subject matter was only relatable to about 53 percent of the population – a subsection that doesn’t have a ton of time for luxuries…

Lost in the Parenting Desert

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]When a dear friend called to tell me about a brilliant local event she wanted to plan around the theme of “drought,” I thought “hell yeah.” It was a particularly awful day, during what most of us might call the “apocalyptic period” of this last summer – so much smoke you couldn’t see…

The Drought

When a dear friend called to tell me about a brilliant local event she wanted to plan around the theme of “drought,” I thought “hell yeah.” It was a particularly awful day, during what most of us might call the “apocalyptic period” of this last summer – so much smoke you couldn’t see the mountains…

Wide Ocean

It was just supposed to be a side gig, a small class to enhance my writing projects, and boost my confidence. Despite a few published works here and there, my writing wasn’t “going anywhere” anytime soon, and it seemed as good a time as any to learn some adult skills. So, I started a coding…

Stop Wasting Time People-Pleasing

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]My husband and I had children 100 percent on purpose. We felt ready, so I figured it would be easy, effortless. But motherhood isn’t necessarily a natural skill; sometimes it’s learned through practice, deep discomfort, and lots (and lots and lots) of failure. I thought motherhood would simply be part of my already…

Duct Tape + Glitter

My husband and I had children 100 percent on purpose. We felt ready, so I figured it would be easy, effortless. But motherhood isn’t necessarily a natural skill; sometimes it’s learned through practice, deep discomfort, and lots (and lots and lots) of failure. I thought motherhood would simply be part of my already existing life;…

Letting Your Inner Wisdom Take the Wheel

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’m always shocked at the steals I find at Goodwill. I mean, who thinks to donate battered three-ring binders to a thrift store? I couldn’t tell you, but I’m sure glad they do, because as I stood there gazing at them, amidst plastic bags of children’s toys and souvenir coffee mugs, my next…