Welcome to my online portfolio — a digital record of my published work at various magazines and news outlets (because the internet does not, in fact, last forever).
Disclaimer: These are just copies, so the stories housed here will not be updated with new additions.
And a little about me?
I love writing, reading, and iced coffee in all seasons. Thanks for popping in!
Time is a funny little mistress. You’re attached to it, but it can disappear without warning. Some days, weeks, and months feel begrudgingly long, with no end in sight. And then a year disappears right before your eyes. Then two. Then three. They fall away with reckless abandon.
Courage is a word I've thought a lot about in my life. It's a concept I've placed such merit in, through witnessing it in others, I got it permanently placed on my body. For me, it serves as a reminder, to have courage, to seek it with others and to demonstrate courage when others cannot.
Many people know BJ Coleman as a former quarterback for the Green Bay Packers, but he’s hung up his jersey and traded in for a nice suit.
Tuesday, March 6th, 2012, is a date that stands alone in the minds of students and faculty at Episcopal School of Jacksonville. It’s the day that one of the safest schools in Jacksonville became a living nightmare.
Every year it comes. Valentine’s Day. Some people love it. Some people dread it. Some people think it’s a holiday invented by Hallmark…they could very well be right. But at the end of the day, it’s just supposed to be a time to really celebrate the people in your life that you care about, and that’s not a bad thing at all.
We live in a world where bad things happen every day. People do horrible, unspeakable things to one another. They kill one another. They dehumanize one another. Humans, just like any other species have learned to adapt over time in order to survive. Many accept that it’s a dog eat dog world, and let themselves become hardened to the realities of life rather than dealing with their emotions and trying to make a change.
Located in Pawley’s Island, Litchfield isn’t a glamorous beach vacation spot. But it is a community, and the people that have been coming here for as long as we have, have begun to know one another. The same restaurants every summer, the same shops, the same grocery stores: it’s a home away from home if I’ve ever known one.
I’m spending a month in Italy for an international reporting class, and this past week we covered immigration in Europe and the refugee crisis. It was indescribable to hear the stories of just a few of the hundreds of thousands of people that have been forced to seek refuge in Europe.
As Julia Roberts said in Eat Pray Love, “So this is what I’m going to do, I’m going to finish this pizza and then we’re going to go watch the soccer game and tomorrow we’re going to go on a little date and buy ourselves some bigger jeans.”
My family and I traveled to Madrid, Segovia, Cordoba, Carmona, Seville, Granada, Valencia, Morella and Barcelona within two weeks. It was amazing to see the bustling cities, smaller towns and countryside as we drove across Spain.
We should at least acknowledge the Godly acts that they perform everyday; whether it be leading a blind man across the street, detecting a bomb and saving lives, or simply snuggling up to a rank version of ourselves and loving us when we seem unlovable.
