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    Charm School and Learning to Stand

    October 17, 2018 // 0 Comments

    I’m trying to explain charm school to my daughter. Is this even still a thing? Do mothers still sign their girls up for classes in how to be delightfully alluring? We were [...]
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    Home is a state of internal being — at least, that’s what I tried to tell myself, since I’ve moved six times in the last eight years. That means my longevity in [...]
  • Personal Essays | The Mountains are Calling

    October 2, 2018 // 0 Comments

    The mug on the shelf in the kitchen of our Airbnb bore the words, “The mountains are calling and I must go.” None of us drank out of that mug during our stay at Big Sky, [...]
  • The Queen of Break-Up Travel

    September 23, 2018 // 0 Comments

    The November rain fell in succulent drops on the ancient, cobblestone streets. I stuck my tongue out to capture a raindrop. But then I remembered I was in Paris. [...]
  • I Have a Secret

    August 23, 2018 // 0 Comments

    I met her at a party and the connection was instant. I’m an introvert so parties usually stress me out and I don’t go. But this one was a 15-minute walk from my house at [...]
  • Personal Essays | Finding Grace

    August 21, 2018 // 2 Comments

    Previously published on It was a typical Thursday morning, but the gloomy clouds and drizzling rain poetically accompanied a nagging sadness [...]

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