I leave tomorrow to compete in Mrs. World in Johannesburg South Africa.
I competed at Miss USA on June 8th, 2014. I prepared, I worked, I prayed, and I lost.
In the last 3 years, I have learned that your dreams don’t give up on you, if you don’t give up on them.… READ THE REST
Something that has always bothered me as a highly spiritual person, is the way we Christians can bang the “forgiveness” drum. Someone legitimately hurts you, and within weeks or months, people are sermonizing your pain by telling you to let it go, and forgive.… READ THE REST
I’m here, climbing these steps in the gym. Kind of wishing I hadn’t set myself up at such a high speed. I’m already tired. I’m trying to act like I’m not actually dying, huffing and puffing up another flight toward that 200 calorie mark.… READ THE REST
There is a man. He is standing outside of a bar. His back is up against the wall and he rubs his hands down her arms as she shivers. She is already jaded and bent from each time he’s exposed her.… READ THE REST
82% of single-parents are mothers. The number of single-mothers has risen over the years as divorce continues to climb at alarming rates and dads disappear.
There is magic in a mother’s hand. It’s soft and forgiving, a mother’s “hush” can sooth a crying baby instantly.… READ THE REST
A friend of mine posted this as his status on Facebook. “I believe in science. I believe in evolution. I believe in Nate Silver and Neil deGrasse Tyson, and Christopher Hitchens. Although I do admit he could be a kind of a jerk.… READ THE REST
Let me tell you, being in your late 20s is tough. My boss jokes that her children needed her more in their 20s than any other decade and I can totally relate. There are a lot of transitions and the future is unknown.… READ THE REST
I’ve lived most of my life to please everybody, but me. Most of my school years featured boy bullies, guerrilla-style mean girls and fake-laughing with people whose pop culture references flew right over my sheltered head. I desperately tried learning to walk, talk and dress a certain way to make you like me.
I was 6 years old. I told you I didn’t want to ride the bus. You said it wasn’t up for discussion. I begged and pleaded. I cried and pulled my hair. You were unaffected. I threw myself on the ground and vowed never to speak to you again if you made me get on that bus.
I never really liked risk. Well, let me rephrase that. I romanticize risk and love the idea of it. I praise the people who are risk-takers and enjoy reading about people who stubbornly dare to do great things despite the odds.… READ THE REST
I live in a nice upper class community. The type of place where you can go for long walks and wave to Randy while he throws ribeyes on the barbie.
In my neighborhood is a lesbian couple. At least I assume them to be lesbians.… READ THE REST
How did I learn to forgive?
This question has been the bane of my existence for 3 years now. Every event I speak at, I get asked that question and I truly can’t answer it. I am very good at beating around the bush.… READ THE REST
My husband gave me two gifts for Mother’s Day, only one of which made me cry. The album he made full of family photos was indeed thoughtful, but what really got the water works going was a gift that I hope we’ll never need.… READ THE REST
I am your token millennial. I was born in 1987, (you can check my driver’s license should you feel skeptical). I am young enough to use google as a verb, but old enough to have owned mix tapes. I refuse to shop at Walmart because of the labor conditions in their Asian factories, and yet I will admit I have no idea who my state representatives are.… READ THE REST
My husband and I were on a walk the other afternoon. Out of nowhere I saw tears form in his eyes. I didn’t have to ask what he was thinking about. I could tell by his vacant stare that it was you.… READ THE REST
Two days after my 29th birthday, I boarded a plane headed for Jordan. I was burned out, discouraged and heartbroken. In a span of ten years, I had experienced several personal setbacks, that left me severely depressed. With thirty just around the corner, I decided it was time for a change.… READ THE REST
It’s the season of giving and Spilled Milk wants to get involved! We have so much to be thankful for and we’d like to make this holiday season a little more joyful for you and those in need. So we’ve put together a giveaway that accomplishes BOTH.… READ THE REST
It happened again, I was working behind the bar and I heard a familiar voice, It was a man spitting vitriol about marriage: the words are sometimes different, but they always say the same thing.
Marriage is: awful, boring, a mistake, don’t do it.… READ THE REST