Last summer at work we had a few days that consisted of assisting a lot of people in line and as I looked at each line of people, I fixated on their smiles, particularly those that were gap-toothed. How beautiful! That was the thought in my mind each gap-toothed smile I saw and each time, the… Continue reading In celebration of gap-toothed smiles
One of my favorite things to do when my mind isn't feeling well is watch videos on the SoulPancake YouTube Channel. One day, someone shared what is still one of my favorites, A Pep Talk from Kid President, and then I saw My Last Days: Meet Zach Sobiech (warning, you WILL need tissues), and I was hooked.… Continue reading “Your Temporary Circumstances Don’t Have to Become Your Permanent Identity”
As I mentioned in my last post, I've been re-reading old blog posts, reminiscing, trying to inspire myself to write regularly again. Tonight I came across a post about a bucket list, and wondered why I never shared the video of me singing with accompaniment, we're gonna call it a band, in a San Francisco… Continue reading Scratch another one off the bucket list: Singing in San Francisco
Have you ever had a dream that you couldn't quite put your finger on? You know there's something you want desperately, but you just can't put your finger on what, so you try everything. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of being a combination ballerina/teacher/surgeon. I also loved climbing trees and playing sports as much as… Continue reading Do a thing: On random paths & intention
On a summer day in 2013 I decided to grow out my gray hair, and the posts on the topic that followed brought a lot of new visitors to my blog. So now, a few weeks after that fateful day at the Walgreens hair color aisle, I need to come clean. I've been trying to figure… Continue reading A girl’s gotta right to change her mind
I’m afraid and at a loss for words, I remember that a blank page allows me to sort out and express my thoughts in a way I could never verbalize. I write because my life is a book, and my experiences are stories.
Wet, cold days: the price we pay for living in the greatest city, Chicago. We just hold on to reminders of colorful days as we hibernate under warm blankets.