You are / whatever you say / you are.

How long does it take to discover who you really are? And are you waiting for permission to tell your story, or do you have the guts to shift your narrative alongside your shifting dreams? Why it takes so long for us to admit who we really are.

A (San Francisco) Bay Swim

The other week, while walking the hills of Sausalito with my Aunt and Uncle, I asked my Uncle what he would say to his twenty-five year-old self if he could go back and give himself any piece of advice. Without skipping a beat, he said: Do it while you can....

Eat Salad for Breakfast

Fresh Vegetables! A friend of mine recently told me she eats salad for breakfast. I was puzzled – eating cereal, oatmeal, or eggs for breakfast is pretty ingrained in my being. Then I thought it over and tried it. Turns out, I love this. Sometimes I get to the...

Oh, October

Well folks, tomorrow’s the first day of October.  I AM SO EXCITED! What’s not to love about Fall? From back-to-school shopping specials and pumpkin spice lattes; tail-gaiting at football games (or watching baseball, hockey and soccer); to apple-picking and...

Why I Write

Someone asked me recently why I write, and I thought to myself, it’s because I must write. My brain knows that I have to do it. I can’t possibly imagine myself not writing. The question was silly, so it seemed. But then I woke up in the middle of the...