"Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." — Mother Teresa My friends love giving me dating advice because, let’s be honest, I’m not great at it. You’d think after as much dating as I’ve done, I’d be better at it. One time, I told a friend how terrible I am at giving compliments. I tend to assume that if I’m dating someone, they already know I find them beautiful, hot, sexy, whatever. I mean… I wouldn’t be with them if I thought they were

I would be remiss not to acknowledge what is happening in the world right now. It is not good. Historically, the United States has rarely been free from international conflict, and the reasons we give for being there--to defend freedom, to help people, to protect the vulnerable--often do not match the reality of what happens on the ground. If we were truly there to protect people, we would not be bombing a school full of girls. Beautiful babies with entire lives ahead of them

I hate breakups. And coming from someone who has endured more uncouplings than any reasonable person should have to experience, I feel like my character has been sufficiently built. I saw a meme once where instead of giving someone their soulmate, God gives them another toxic relationship for “character development.” Respectfully, my character is overly developed. Let’s move on. Since this is a Lent post, let’s go back to the desert of Kansas. I had taken my LSAT. Applied to

I’ve been thinking about how imperfect I am. Not in an abstract, existential way. In a real way. The kind where you replay conversations. The kind where you know you could have been kinder. Braver. More honest. The kind where you recognize that sometimes you really suck at life. After my mother died, I fell into a trough of despair that lasted for years. On paper, I was doing everything right. I had spent my entire professional career working in nonprofits. I was the person p