Do you believe in luck? I do. And for a long time, I didn’t really think I had much of it. Of course, that was when I was young, and wanted desperately to win little raffles, …
On Luck
I Know Exactly What My Life Was Like As A Cavewoman
It’s true that I love to sit by a roaring fire. Not only is there something primitive about pieces of wood burning to a white glow, but the warmth always heals my aches and brings rosy …
How to Stay Consistent with Exercise
I have been an athlete for most of my life. From soccer camps in elementary school to a Division 1 sport in university, I have always been more comfortable on the field or in a crew …
Why Closing My Browser is the Hardest Thing
It is so hard for me to close my internet browser. In fact, Google’s Chrome web browser has been running on my desktop for over a week. It would have been open much longer, but while …
Am I Selling Myself Short on the Internet?
I don’t wear a lot of makeup. Lately, I’ve been playing around with tinted moisturizer, but only when we’re doing something for the blog, or when it’s a special occasion. The last time I wore foundation …
In Defense of Silence
The other day I was working in front of the fireplace, which I often do. As the flames licked the stone and blushed my chilled face, I sat down in front of my computer to write. …
Why Good Blogs Can Sometimes Feel So Bad
No one who writes a blog is perfect, just as no one’s life is perfect – though they often appear this way. In fact, if you peruse many of the most popular site’s FAQ’s they usually …
Would You Rather Be Smart Or Pretty?
What if you had to chose between being smart or pretty? Which would you pick? If you could be the purest form of one, which do you think would be more valued by our society? I …
An Opinion on Having an Opinion
I used to not have many opinions. Being an easy going kind of person, it’s not that hard to go through childhood, and teenage years, without feeling particularly strongly about a large number of topics. I …
How to Overcome Failure
I have a confession… The closet in my office is full to the brim of greeting cards that I made, but have not yet sold. It’s a tough pill to swallow, and I’m reminded of it …