I Won’t Bite My Tongue

When we raise our voices instead of silencing them, we make a difference.

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A Letter To The Younger Me

You’ll make art of the things that broke you. Isn’t that incredible?

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Remembering Those Endless Summer Days

When I was little, our family would go boating on Lake Michigan. Summers blend together in my mind—fishing on the edge of the dock out front, catching frogs with my bare hands, listening to the cricket lullabies.

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I’m Embracing The ‘I Don’t Knows’

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could say we’ve figured it all out? That, without a doubt, we know who we are and where we’re headed?

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Read This If You’re Totallyyyyy Freaking Out About Graduating College

It doesn’t matter where you are, how much of your life is together, or if you even have a clue what you’re doing—you’re still going to make it. Because you already have.

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This Is What Being A College Grad Is Really Like

Only wearing clothes when you have to. And the remainder of the time rocking the sweats, pjs, or slippers because you DGAF.

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An Open Letter To My Tiny College

You gave me love. You gave me lessons. You gave me boys that would teach me how to be strong and friends that would show me that you can call more than one place home.

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The Angel Charm In My Rear View Mirror

When I opened the door to her, she handed me an angel charm. It was a charcoal grey with tiny wings and a key-chain loop at the end. “To watch over you,” she said in her soft spoken manner as she hugged me goodbye. She smelled like cinnamon and vanilla.

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What I’ve Learned From A Gravel Road

There is a gravel road that runs just outside of the small town I’ve called home for the past four years. It’s the road that I always run in the warm months, the road where I walk and have long-winded phone calls with my mother, the road where I jog alongside the male wrestlers training for season, and where I pushed myself for my very first 5K.

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This Is For The High Schoolers Stressing About College

I remember Saturday afternoons that stretched out for what felt like days, reading email after email, writing to coaches, searching through scholarship sites, navigating through college webpages wondering where I’d end up.

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