I’ve been putting off writing this blog, waiting for the moment when I would catch the perfect photograph to pair with the memory I am about to describe. For months, I’ve been attempting to pin down something that is incredibly elusive in the desert: A rainbow. After every, rare rainstorm, I’ve looked to the sky to try and spot the beautiful array of colors, but alas, to no avail. I truly began to wonder if this blog post would ever come to fruition. But then, an epiphany app

“What is your deepest fear?” In response to one of my girl’s Twenty Question petitions (a road trip staple, in my opinion), I inquired, “Are we talking silly deepest fears, or true deepest fears?” “True deepest fears.” She replied, her face solemn and serious. Yikes. That’s a lot for 7:35 in the morning. Especially since I knew my answer to that question the minute it was posed, but was not sure it was something I should be sharing with my bright-eyed, innocent Young Women. A

Defeated. If I had to describe the beginning of 2026, that is the word that comes to mind. The word that allows me to take a breath and remove the mask I feel like I’ve been wearing since long before January 1st. The three syllables that completely encompass just how I have been feeling. Defeated. There are several culprits behind my less-than-stellar start to the year: I think thirty is finally hitting me. With the holidays on the heels of my birthday, it seems as if the pas

At the beginning of 2025, I was reflecting on all of the ambitious people I knew who went into a new year with a game plan. Whether it be a list of resolutions, a word to focus the next three hundred and sixty-five days on, or a mapped out schedule for the years events, it seemed like everyone knew what they would be doing in 2025. Except me. Which, does not fit my personality, at all. I am a planner, through and through. I thrive most when I know what’s ahead of me, when I k