Category: Life Experiences
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Heatless Curls: Attempt 1
My hair is the type of hair that doesn’t curl. Curling irons = fail. Foam curlers = fail. Sleep in braids = frizz. Sometimes and I mean SOMEtimes a ceramic curling wand will work, if it’s super hot, which is bad for the hair. I have tried that headband thing that you sleep in but…
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New Kitchen Floor

Part 2: A work in progress. I have to admit, a lot of my “helping” on this renovation journey was really me standing there watching, or needing my brother to hammer a piece down because I wasn’t quite strong enough. I am INCREDIBLY sore from all the up and down, but it was worth it.…
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Church BINGO

Do you ever overhear bits of conversation around you at services and kind of smile to yourself? The classic church goer conversations that almost make you feel at home when you hear it because it’s so familiar? That was me Wednesday night. I thought to myself, Church BINGO. What a game. Some of the squares…
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Kitchen Floor – Linoleum No More

My first major home renovation, the kitchen floor. A few years ago our dishwasher leaked. It got under the floor and left big, discolored rings. I was worried that it would be moldy underneath and was nervous to even pull the linoleum up. My Grandparents put down this beige-tan linoleum on top of their cute…
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My Life as an ESL Teacher

Part 1: Getting the job. When I was in my second year of working at the bank (and hating my life) I began plotting how to escape. I wanted out. I wanted to work from home. I wanted a job I liked. I wanted a commute that was literally six steps from my bed to…
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My Life as a Teenage Nanny

Part 1: The road to nannying When my baby brother was 2 years old he was diagnosed with autism. My mom did ALL the research and got him ALL the help. She reached out to a behavior consultant (we’ll call her Sue) who quickly became a dear friend. When Sue started having kids my mom…
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My Life as a 1L

Part 1: Law School, an introduction. I wanted to be a lawyer. Or so I told people. I was pretty argumentative in school, I was full of hubris, and I wanted to make my parents proud. Since I graduated from my Christian University unmarried and in loads of student debt I thought, “What better way…
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My Life at a Christian University

Part 1: Arrival At 18 years old my parents helped me load up my Grandparents’ old Buick and make the trek 9 hours east to college in Tennessee. I attended a private christian school with about 2,000 undergrad students. There were 2-3 girls for every guy, and instead of fraternities or sororities we had co-ed…


