When I walked into the Sistine Chapel, I never imagined I’d walk out believing in God.
I never could have imagined it because I had never really wanted to believe in God. “Believers” had always seemed so boring to me, so vanilla, like they wore orthopedic shoes and followed all the rules. I wanted a life of kaleidoscope color and I was certain (or was until this moment) that God had nothing to offer me.
I’m not ready to come right out and say that I hate Pinterest, because it just feels a bit extreme. It feels harsh to turn on a friend that I spent so long admiring, who has given me years of inspiration, ideas and pretty things to
I began my bucket list recently. I selected several pages in the back of my clean, new journal, and began to make a list. What are the things that I absolutely want to do in my life? My list was full: places I want to
How long will you live? Do you know? Our lives, though they sometimes feel long, are a quick breath, a flash, one day we’re here and one day we’re gone. "What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" Mary
As summer is fast approaching, I’m more conscious than ever that there are certain parts of my body that are a little less than perfect. I wish certain parts of my body weren’t there, but they are, and barring some serious time at the gym,
The highway was clear and breezy with my hair whipping back from my face. The radio kept me company on a windy, spring drive. I stopped at a gas station for my favorite sparkling water and was greeted by an amiable cop with a sweet
I once walked into a friend’s room looking for the hairbrush she had mentioned—next to the door on her desk. As I walked over to borrow it, her mirror caught my eye. Not the mirror itself, but the big black writing that covered it
Our lives are a tapestry of experiences. Some are good, some are bad, and as we navigate the confusing waters between, it’s easy to feel alone. We can get stuck in our own little worlds, trying to shine ourselves up for the passersby that window-shop
I love winter. I look forward to it for months, dancing giddily in the first snow of the year. I love winter for its magic. It’s a season full of candles and twinkling lights, sugar cookies and cider. It’s a time that invites coziness at
There’s something magical about new beginnings. We look forward to New Year’s Day with hopeful resolutions—expecting our lives to change with a toast of champagne and a kiss. School years are the same, brought in with new clothes and perfectly sharpened pencils. Sometimes we just
Kindergarteners are my favorite kind of people. They’re funny and quirky and always seem to be sticky. They’re also my favorite because they’re fearless. Have you ever spent time with kindergarteners? If you get a chance, go up to a group of them and ask
What did you dream of when you were a little kid? What about in those romantic teen years when everything was possible and nothing was too cheesy or far-fetched? What do you dream of in the middle of the night when nobody’s there to laugh
Life is busy, isn't it? As women there is pressure to spin hundreds of plates at a time … never dropping one and spinning in style. Not only do we feel pressure from around us but much of it comes from it within. We care
I’m haunted by the woman I’ve always wanted to be. She floats through her days, always smiling and laughing and making others feel at ease. She never needs anything but is always willing to help, a selfish thought never crossing the threshold of her perfectly
I love my job. I work at an organization that is run by a group of killer top executives — professionals who took the road less traveled and invented a new way to drive. They're idea people, well connected and inspiring, drawing excellence from everyone
I hope I’m not alone when I say that dating is not my thing. Though I don’t believe that I’m an awkward person, there’s something about the first few dates with someone new that makes my skin crawl. Do you open the door? Does he?
“You don’t stop laughing because you grow old. You grow old because you stop laughing.” -Michael Pritchard Something really sad happens to us as we grow up. Somewhere along the way from footie pajamas to adulthood, we lose not only our baby fat, but also our