When I was 18 months old, my family moved to Western Pennsylvania. There was a boy in the house next door to us, 26 months old. Our moms became fast friends which meant we did as well. We were inseparable throughout childhood, racing our bikes around the neighborhood, traipsing through the farmer’s corn fields, and making up our own games with a bucket of chalk or a roll of aluminum foil.  Coupled with two older brothers and a neighborhood of boys, I was growing up a capital T tomboy. I have...

I’m currently working on this year-long journaling project that has me reflecting each Sunday afternoon on topics of self, fulfillment, gratitude, etc. One of my recent prompts asked me to consider things I’m really good at.  As an aside—it’s a fun little delight to grow into a question like this. To feel on a core level the changes in self esteem over my lifetime. Once, in a workshop as a seventeen-year-old, a presenter gave us 5 quiet minutes to jot down a similar list and I, consumed with...

I was working in my favorite coffee shop a few months ago when two people walked in with super unique hair. I noticed immediately. This was before I cut my own hair on a whim one afternoon, though I had admittedly been thinking about it for a bit. Perhaps it was this combination of things—my considering my own hair style and the undeniable coolness of the new coffee shop patrons—that made me tickled when they sat at the table next to mine.  I thought about saying something. I’m seldom shy...