I should've written this post months ago, but the chaos of my life never seems to end. 2018 ended the best way possible for me: with a...

One of the intentions I set for 2019 (outlined in my "19 for 2019") was to attend more Philly-based networking events. Without delay, I...

With a little over a week of 2019 under my belt, I've been actively thinking about concrete goals and plans I'd like to accomplish and...

On paper, I went into 2018 excited. On paper, I seemed positive. Eager, even. I re-read last year's blog post about being "ready" for...

In a world of ‘or’s, it seems we are always forced to choose between two pleasantries. Chocolate or vanilla? Coffee or tea? Cookies or...

In the epicenter of a 5,000-year-old Celtic ring fort stands a woman with flowing red hair. Surrounded by thirty listeners, she raises...

Today, March 14th, marks one month since the mass shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida. It also marks...

February was a strange month for me. January felt so long, and it was arduous for personal reasons. Once February began, I was completely...

I have always been the type of person to create scenarios in my head for the sole purpose of planning my reactions. For example, when I...

One of my main goals for 2018 is to read at least 50 books. With such a chaotic schedule, I hardly have any time for myself. This past...

December 31st: the only day that allows a person to have eyes in both the front & back of their head. The date makes so many of us...

Steinbeck once wrote that San Francisco is "a golden handcuff with the key thrown away." Having never been on the West Coast, I didn't...

Two days ago, I turned 27. With a birthday (as with a new year) comes a looking back. And when I reflect on 26, I find much of my life...

Today marks two years since my grandmother passed. She was the first person I was actually close with who I lost to death. It was the...

2016 was a whirlwind. I can’t even characterize it as “good” or “bad”…it was somewhere in between, like purgatory (which doesn’t exist...

Since I was six, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. Don’t worry, this isn’t the start of a lame-o college application essay. I have always...