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...

October is Disability Employment Awareness Month. For me, that’s not just a calendar event—it’s personal. It’s a spotlight on the way disabled professionals show up, speak up, and build careers in spaces that don’t always expect us to be there. In life, I’ve had to prove my value again and again. Not because I didn’t already have it, but because people tend to underestimate you when you don’t fit their picture of “capable.” a woman in a black shirt holding a mug that says lik

This evening I had the honor of speaking at the Georgia Children’s Health Conference. Standing there as my full sassy self, I shared...

Some people treat Hot Girl Summer like it’s just a season, cute outfits, beach days, and Instagram-worthy sunsets. And yes, I’m here for...

Local Southern women are clutching their pearls and having a full-on conniption fit the first time they walk into Aldi’s. Lord have mercy...

I’ve spent most of my life confusing people. One minute someone’s calling me “too conservative,” the next minute I’m “too liberal.” Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I heard that, I’d never have to buy my own iced latte again. I’d have an Elliano’s gift card so loaded, they’d have to name a drink after me. It started young. I was the church girl who could quote Scripture but also rolled my eyes when people acted like showing up every Sunday made them saints. I loved

Some mornings I wake up ready to conquer the world. Other mornings? I’m surviving on dry shampoo and Jesus. Dry shampoo is one of those...

Iced pumpkin spiced lattes are back on the menu, and call it basic if you want, but for me, it’s tradition. That first sip tastes like...

I always wanted to be a woman who brunches, a boss babe who brunches, to be exact. To me, a boss babe who brunches isn’t about power...