The truth about turning 30
In the days leading up to my 30th birthday, I was a wreck. All I wanted to do was lie in bed, watch Harry Potter, and pretend to be a burrito blanket. You know, celebrate my 30th birthday the same…
In the days leading up to my 30th birthday, I was a wreck. All I wanted to do was lie in bed, watch Harry Potter, and pretend to be a burrito blanket. You know, celebrate my 30th birthday the same…
Memorial Day Weekend 2021. I just started a new job. Outside of some family emergencies, I haven’t taken any vacation days. This isn’t that uncommon for me. After I started doing mission trips for church, I needed to bank my…
“Oh good! I thought something was wrong with me,” my friend confessed. She had spent the day crying at random times and her emotions were all over the chart. “Nah, nothing’s wrong with you, it’s just that your body can’t…
When people came up and asked if I could teach their kids how to play cello I said “Sorry, I’m not a teacher.” I never wanted to be a teacher. I never claimed to be a teacher. Teaching is not…
“Okay Google, why do I hate my birthday?” Ever since middle school I’ve hated my birthday. I’d dream of erasing the day or just running away altogether. I thought it was something only I went through, until yesterday. I lied…
I am ready for marriage. Those words might be empty since I’ve never been married and have only been engaged once upon a time ago. It’s true, I have no idea what to expect in a marriage. But, to be…
You might be here because you remember sitting on the floor at your friend’s house eating SpaghettiOs from a Tony the Tiger cereal bowl while you crammed in front of the TV to catch the latest episode of your favorite…
Abortion. Adoption. It takes just 3 syllables each to utter such life-changing words. Yet since the little red line showed up on the pregnancy test those words have circled like vultures in your mind, and each one has its own…
Windmill Ways was launched into existence on July 11, 2016. People met me as a girl who published a Finding Dory movie review and blog post that still eeks nerves through the pixels of my screen. And it should! I…
I grew up hearing “Quit crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” Any act of anger was doubled-up on and became a battle a child could never win. Privileges were revoked—it felt like I was grounded whenever perfection…