Confessions of a Hot Mess

“You made it. Even if it wasn’t always pretty. Even if it broke you a little. Even if you’re still...

“You know,” my old roommate once said, halfway through a wine night that had turned into a therapy session, “I...

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

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 have always been a chronic overachiever. Like the kind of person who color-codes their planner, maxes out their credit...

I’ve always been quick to forgive. Painfully quick. Embarrassingly quick. Like “you just ruined my week and I’m still asking...

College will teach you a lot—how to write a paper overnight fueled by nothing but espresso and dread, how to...

I bought my grad gown and cap this week. It was weird. No parade, no confetti.  Just me and my...

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

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