The Shame of Success

It feels like a lifetime ago that I sat on bar stools, sucking in the smoke of menthol cigarettes. I don't even relate to that broken girl, clothed in the shame of her childhood and the decisions born from her brokenness. Far too long I lived a life that was not my own; a life … Continue reading The Shame of Success →

One Degree of Change

It was a hot, Summer afternoon and I was sitting at a small, high-top table in my friend's dining room. She was hosting a going away party for her cousin, a young man I had met just a few months before. A few women were playing a game at one end of the table, and … Continue reading One Degree of Change →