“Never allow the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game!” – Babe Ruth Life, in many ways, is like a game of softball. Sometimes life throws you the unexpected curve balls, sometimes you get the fastballs that you can barely see coming, and occasionally you’ll get the perfect pitch. We’re not going
Reading has always been my favorite pastime. I’ll never forget how envious I was when my sister Maggie, who’s two years older, came home from school with this new ability. I couldn’t wait until it was my turn to learn. When my time came, I proudly brought home my first reading text book and I
“This can’t be real,” I thought when I stepped inside my room at The Sanya Edition hotel in Sanya, China.
Face it, we’re not kids anymore and we no longer hold the pass of living in our self-absorbed 20s. Our 30s are about learning to be our best self and how to contribute our unique abilities toward a better world. I’m now 6 months into my 30s and in this short time, I’ve already
Ten years from now, when I reminisce on my time spent in Florence, Italy, I think I’ll remember it as the most romantic day of my life. A million more romantic occurrences could happen between now and then, but there’s something about Florence – the unwavering beauty of the city – that romanticizes the memory
I’m embarrassed to admit that I grew up in Kentucky and know very little of My Morning Jacket; a band with Louisville origins. Until 2 years ago, I knew nothing of My Morning Jacket and Jim James. I had no idea what I was missing. My boyfriend, a longtime fan, introduced me to the band.