Yesterday was National Cookie Day, and I didn’t even realize it until the whole day had already slipped away. Honestly, that feels exactly like December. You wake up with a plan, coffee in hand, motivation high, telling yourself today is the day you are going to get ahead. Then the hours start moving in scenes instead of minutes. A message here, a Zoom meeting there, a quick task that somehow multiplies into five, and suddenly you look up, and the sky is dark like it sped ahe

It is the most wonderful time of the year. Lights are twinkling, Christmas playlists are fighting for attention, and every store smells like cinnamon and confusion. And yet, somehow, without fail, this season also brings out another special holiday classic. The Karen. And let me just go ahead and warn you. Y’all are fixing to get mad at me because this is about pure privilege. You and I did not grow up in the same world. My presence was and still is an option to acknowledge.

old 50s pickup truck with fall pumpkins and decorations in the bed Thanksgiving has a way of pressing pause on the noise of everyday life. For one day, the pace slows, the leggings come out, and the table becomes the heart of the home. It’s a day for passing dishes, sharing stories, and realizing that even if life hasn’t gone perfectly this year, there’s still a whole lot to be thankful for. This year, I’ve been thinking about gratitude, not the Pinterest-perfect kind with ma

Somewhere between the first sip of coffee and the way the town wakes up around me, I realized I have been living in my own version of cozy town magic. Not scripted, not staged, just life happening slow and sweet right where I am. Coffee, comfort shows, and small town magic… I guess this is my Gilmore era. 🤎📚☕️ Last fall, I finally sat down to watch Gilmore Girls to see what the fuss was about. Somewhere between the fast-talking humor, the endless coffee refills, and the sma

Every year around this time, somebody tries to be bold and say “Thanksgiving is not part of Christmas.” And every year, I smile really sweet and say “Yes, it is. Bless your heart.” Because let’s be honest. Thanksgiving is the soft launch of Christmas. The warm-up. The moment the world slows down just long enough for us to look around and say “God, You have been good.” A family surrounded around a beautifully baked pie Thanksgiving is when the tree boxes come out of the closet

I didn’t wake up one morning magically confident. That’s not how any of this works. This story starts at my desk, My AAC charger was tangled on one side, my iced coffee was sweating on the other, and I was rereading an email from UGA for the sixth time. They had offered me $150 for speaking on their youth panel. Old me would’ve said yes immediately. No questions. No counteroffer. Because the girl I used to be believed that being grateful meant being quiet. But the woman I’m

Everybody loves to romanticize fall like it’s straight out of a Hallmark movie. Picture-perfect leaves, plaid scarves, apple orchards, and a PSL in hand with a soft glow filter over everything. Cute, right? Except let’s be honest, that is not Coastal Georgia. A woman at the beach wearing an oversized cable-knit sweater with black leggings Here, fall looks a little different. It’s chili cook-offs at the church, and Bath & Body Works is running a candle sale that feels more dan

When Jesus was asked which commandment was the greatest, He didn’t even pause. He said, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind. This is the first and most important command.” “And the second command is like the first: Love your neighbor the same as you love yourself.” — Matthew 22:37–39 (ERV) This time of year, we talk a lot about being thankful, thankful for family, food, faith, and the people sitting around the table. But the older I g

Whelp, it's fall, ya'll. No matter how hard you hold on, the light starts to change. The days shorten. The marsh cools. The air carries that first whisper of goodbye. And before you know it, the cicadas fall silent, the sun steps back, and something gentle takes its place. That’s when October walks in — quiet, confident, and golden. Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables said it best: “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” And bless her heart, she meant it.

Let’s be real, witches don’t need crystal balls, and neither do we. We’ve got knees and hips that predict the rain before Channel 4 even does.I just came out of a week-long migraine, the kind that makes you question every decision that led you to fluorescent lighting and loud crowds. It hit right after a full week of travel and peopling, which for my body is like running a marathon in heels on gravel. The minute I got home, my brain said, “That’s enough, ma’am,” and pulled th

I grew up hearing, “Keep your head down. Be grateful. Don’t rock the boat. "Meanwhile, I was thinking—why would I keep my head down when I was born to stand up for something? It showed up in big and small ways. People would tilt their heads and ask, “What’s she gonna do with her life?” The “safe” answer was always something simple—office work, steady paycheck, plant roots, stay put. And layered on top of that was the unspoken rule: “Find a husband and a stable job, and you’ll

God, it's your girl again... no, this isn't about the world being on fire or the guy. Some days I wake up with a clear vision and a messy bun, ready to take on the world. Other days, I’m just hoping the coffee kicks in before the doubt does. But through it all, you’re there, steady, patient, watching me learn how to build something that matters. Thank You for the fire You tucked inside me. The kind that doesn’t always glow pretty but still burns true. Help me protect it when

We sat together around the table, talking about everything and nothing all at once. The kind of conversation that fills you up more than the food ever could. The laughter was easy, the energy soft, and for the first time in a long time, I felt the world slow down enough for me to breathe. Honestly, it ended up being my favorite part of the whole trip. Not the hotel, not the presentation, not even the peach drink with Chardonnay — that dinner. The kind that sneaks up on you an

There’s something about running shorts that just belong in a college town. Maybe it’s the way they move, easy, unbothered, ready for anything. Or maybe it’s how they make you feel when you walk past a row of brick buildings and realize you look good and feel like yourself. A fancy spread of crackers, nuts, fruits, veggies, meats and cheese. Everywhere you go, there’s a sea of backpacks, earbuds, and iced drinks. Everyone’s figuring out life one lecture, one latte, one late ni

Hot Girl Summer wasn’t some polished Instagram highlight reel. It was raw, messy, and real. It was the sound of cicadas at night when my thoughts wouldn’t quit, and the salty air reminding me that even the tide has its rise and fall. I thought this summer would be about collecting wins, more laughs, more love, more adventures. I pictured joyous trips, carefree weekends, and a calendar filled with sunshine. But the truth? It didn’t go as planned. I didn’t chase every adventure

Some weeks, you wake up ready to conquer the world. Other weeks, the world wakes up ready to test your Wi-Fi, your patience, and your debit card. A few days before the Disability History Symposium at the University of Georgia, I was deep in boss girl mode — scheduling posts, packing like I was going on tour, and organizing my notes for the panel. As a Youth Ambassador for I DECIDE Georgia, this was a big moment. We were gathering to celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Indiv

Some things in life just don’t let you down. For me, it’s that one pair of leggings that somehow goes with everything and fits just right...

Sometimes I get to have a Charlie Kirk  moment, standing in front of a group of college students, ready for whatever tough questions they want to throw my way. You know the type, the ones who’ve taken two disability studies classes and suddenly think they’ve cracked the code on my entire existence. They’ll raise their hand and say, “So… how has your AAC device shaped who you are as a person?” And I just smile sweetly and think, Bless your heart, you’re about to learn today. T

If you ever peeked at my desk, you might think I’ve got a thousand things going on, and you’d be right. A notebook half-open, sticky...

I love a good iced pumpkin-spiced latte. It feels like fall in a cup, and honestly, it’s one of those little seasonal joys I look forward...