Unrequited Love

I’m in love with someone and they don’t love me back. It’s mostly ok. Minus the screaming part. I feel like I’m a catch. He makes me feel like shit. That’s the thing, right? About unrequited love? Unreasonable? Overwhelming? Pathetic? It would be one thing to be a twenty-something and feel this way. The world […]

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7 Years Gone?

Joelle Pittman

Exactly one year ago today, I told Rachel Black, who was sitting on my couch with a glass of Prosecco in hand, that there was no way in hell I was going to a Memphis horse show. If I went, I would undoubtedly walk away with a new horse and I didn’t have the time or […]

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My Favorite Birthday: 32

Happiness isn’t what I thought it would look like. I’ve been dreading thirty-two for so long that I’m embarrassed to admit it was because of a Before Sunset quote I heard my sophomore year of college. “I was having this awful nightmare that I was thirty-two. And then I woke up and I was twenty-three. So […]

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A Stranger In The Mirror

I stared in the mirror for five minutes straight this morning. A stranger stared back at me. I don’t think she blinked. …but she smiled at me. She was happy. She studied my face while I synchronously examined her. I was taken aback by how confident she was. She wasn’t scared. She was empowered… and […]

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A Letter To My Future Husband

Dear Future Husband, We haven’t even met yet and I’m mad at you. Impressive. But when you do finally read this, you’ll already know I’m an open book. So let’s dive right in. We’ve wasted enough time. I’m mad that… I’m writing this letter on a plane to Paris without you. I’m mad that… You […]

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The Confession

When I first began this journey around the world, I was praised for sharing every thought and feeling on my blog…well, praised by most. Frankly, my mother was mortified. Then I went radio silent. As most of you guessed, I fell off the no booze and boys wagon after a bumpy twenty-seven days; but that […]

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I’ll Meet You In Switzerland

My favorite story about my father is something you only find in fairy tales. Because truth be told, he really was my mom’s prince. At 24, my mom thought my 30 year-old dad was too old to date her; but nevertheless, he persistently asked her out. She eventually relented, but he could never quite convince her that […]

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