Ruminating on my childhood growing up in the small rural town of North Bend, Washington, which at the time, only had one flashing four-way stop sign, life might have been boring and unremarkable had... Read more
When I think back to grade school, I remember how hard my friends and I tried to be and look the same. We would call each other before school started, with our matching Farrah Fawcett feathered hair,... Read more
I’ve written about how my inner crafter comes out from watching Project Runway. I’ve reconstructed all of my ill-fitting and ordinary tees and have moved on to adorning tank tops with use... Read more
If I had to do it all over again, would I? I probably would, despite the bumps along the way. My mom once said in order to get from Point A to Point C, you cannot bypass Point B. Yes, I... Read more
“You are perfect with a few unique freckles!” This is what I told my friend last night. I was proud of my analogy. She asked me what this meant. I told her I would use it in my writing. So... Read more
Learning to love myself has been a rather lengthy process. I grew up the youngest of five children not feeling good about myself or liking who I was. I was rather chubby most of my childhood and into... Read more
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