When you reach a certain age, in my case 26, you wake up early for things like a new bag of coffee and community garage sales. It’s 8am on a Saturday. I am in an empty home coming off of a night of intense self-care. (Hair masques and face masks and teeth whitening and …
I quit my dream job, moved in with Derek, modeled, did some public speaking, and puked more times than I'd like to admit.
What's life if you aren't learning?
From fake proposal to mechanical bull... here's the real story.
My relationship with coffee, is, what I would assume to be, the same as one’s relationship with cigarettes. Blissfully addicting.
All the fall things.
My bucket list item, my biggest regret, and what my name means.
I'm on a diet, y'all. PLUS: What I'd do with $758 Million and a random DM that made me cry.
It's all about timing and recognizing a good thing when its staring you in the face.
I say "hell yes." Here's why. Also: spoiler alert.