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A review of Tulsa's first Friday art crawl and living authentically.

An unnecessary creation of Cousin Courtney to survive a family event.

My grandfather died this week.  It was expected and as far as death and dying go he had a seamless one.  My dad spent every night with...

It’s taken me six years to get another tattoo.  Six years of pining for one, having ideas and then either forgetting about them or...

People can be oxymorons too.

My attempt at headstanding and pretending.

There were so many things I learned this summer living in a new country, which should be the case actually. It would be a shame if I...

I don’t know when it will ever get better for me.  When the self doubt will evaporate, disappear, as quickly as it appeared in the first...

I told myself that I wanted to accomplish one of two things on this Mexican adventure of mine.  Maybe both if I was feeling particularly...

Sundays have become one of my favorite days of the week.  A Sunday Funday I call it, filled with some of my favorite things: mimosas, a...

It’s a shame that food as always been an issue for me. Call it body dysmorphia, call it disordered eating, call it bigger, scarier...

I have done yoga countless times in a variety of different studios, but I wouldn’t necessarily consider myself a yogi.  I often turn...

This is my last post about Mexico City, I promise, or at least my last post until the next time I visit, which I swear to God has to be...

Let’s be clear, I was not wanting to run on this particular day.  It was raining for one thing, I had a cold for another, and Mexico City...

I have this thing, where G will treat me to something amazing, something that my awkward little self is unused too and I will inevitably...

CONTENT WARNING: This article has nothing to do with being anxious. This particular day was free from all of that. It probably had to...

Mexico City is daunting, intimidating, terrifying. It was the largest city in the Western Hemisphere in the early 16th century and...

If you are friends of mine you know that I often say we run on Mexican time. You might find that term endearing, funny even, until...

I’ve wanted to swim in open water for awhile now. I remember telling G, his father, my father, his mother, my mother, even his cousins,...

Did I forget how to ride a bicycle? The short answer is yes and I’m embarrassed to say it hasn’t been the first time. In college I went...