Confessions of a Hot Mess

I used to be the "gifted kid." The walking Pinterest board of straight A’s, leadership positions and teachers whispering, “you’re going to do big things…

Lately, I’ve been hanging out with the green-eyed monster. He’s not cute. He doesn’t pay rent. He shows up when I’m tired, insecure, bored or…

I have always been a chronic overachiever. Like the kind of person who color-codes their planner, maxes out their credit load, joins every club that…

College will teach you a lot—how to write a paper overnight fueled by nothing but espresso and dread, how to function on three hours of…

I bought my grad gown and cap this week. It was weird. No parade, no confetti.  Just me and my dad standing under the fluorescent…

Let me set the scene: You’re a freshman. It’s syllabus week. The possibilities are endless. You’ve got your new campus ID, a tote bag full…

I have a confession. I just got my first passport stamp — and I’m still kind of floating. For the first time ever, I got…

I used to think there was all the time in the world. That there would always be another summer, another trip, another chance to say…