Once upon a time, there lived a prospective writer, who also had a badass unicorn and the ability to turn any food into breakfast tacos because this is my autobiographical moment. All* of her teachers told her she had potential, but she continued to doubt herself because her writing didn’t sound like the authors she…

I want to start off by saying I don’t have kids, so I don’t yet fully understand what it means to be a parent. But I do know that my mother never hindered me. She helped me move to Austin on my 18th birthday because I had my heart set on St. Ed’s. She supported…

I’ve never been a fan of New Year’s resolutions. I feel like we create unrealistic expectations that we wind up either forgetting about by the end of January or beat ourselves up trying to maintain. It’s exhausting. My solution isn’t to be more athletic or to be more financially savvy but simply to be. We…

I never thought I’d write something quite like this. 2014 was a rough year for my love life. There were a lot of nights spent watching the Casino Night and wedding episodes of The Office. There was a lot of 2AM chain smoking on my front porch. There was a lot of first post-Blake breakup Amy Winehouse.…

I love the movie Just Friends. It’s ridiculous. It’s over the top. It has an almost mullet clad Ryan Reynolds. More importantly, I think it has some intrinsic value. I know it sounds silly for a movie I fell in love with in the eighth grade to be applicable a decade later (by the way,…

When I first wrote this piece, I didn’t realize it was actually my goodbye letter to the store I loved. Every farewell letter I tried to write sounded emotionless and calculated. It was like I had built a wall, and I couldn’t write a single word that described how I actually felt but rather how…

(It took me a solid 25 minutes to think of synonyms for each word in the title of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”).   The older I get, the more sentimental the holidays become. When I was younger, I craved toys (thanks again for surviving the year of the Tickle Me Elmo, Ma, and…

A couple of weeks ago, I discovered one of my best friends had never watched Home Alone or it’s equally great (I would argue better, but that’s a discussion for an entirely different blog post) sequel Home Alone 2: Lost in New York. Clearly, this had to be fixed on the same day, so she,…

Or to be Gilmore Girls PC, Lane Van Gerbig. Holy moly, lady. We’re getting old. You’ve got a beautiful family, and I’ve got a beautiful coffee mug collection. You’re about to make a life commitment, and I took a solid 15 minutes deciding which sweatshirt to wear to work tomorrow, only to know I’ll change…

I like to think of adulthood as a cyclical process. Walk (or in this case, read) with me for a second. How many people do you still talk to from high school? My number is four. Now, how many people do you still talk to REGULARLY (as at least once a week) from college, my partners-in-grad…