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The Length of my Nails
I’ve only gotten my nails professionally done twice in my 23 years of living. Once for my 15th birthday, when I lived with my mom and was finally allowed to do things like other girls my age, and again 3 years later for a combination of my senior portraits and homecoming dance. Because of that,…
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The “She” I Know
I may not know my best friend’s favorite movie, if she had any pets growing up, I may not even remember the year she was born- but I’ll always know her age. I know her order from the coffee shop, even on days she insists she’s “trying to switch it up”. I know exactly what…
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Time Traveler
I remember a conversation I had with a girlfriend once. “Sometimes I really do believe I’m a time traveler” “Yeah?” The air was crisp- the perfect balance for the wind to hit your skin with just the right amount of heat while the air sucked into your lungs drew slightly cold. The ground was wet,…
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Pause on the Moment
Initially, I wanted to tell a greater story- sharing every minute detail, decoding them. And even though it’s been brief, the shindig chronicles have served its purpose in my life- i’m moving forward. Maybe one day the air will be the perfect temperature or the wind will hit my nose just right, and I’ll find…
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How We Met | Shindig Chronicles pt. II
I guess before I go any further, I should tell you how we met. And I guess before I tell you how we met, I should provide the proper context. The Reckoning I entered college with a boyfriend from high school, and we stayed together for three years. We were doomed from the start, but…
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What A Girl Wants (from her blog)
I’ve spent a great deal of time deciding what I want out of this blog. I purchased the initial domain in January 2024, spent weeks tweaking the website layout and choosing which tabs to feature, did a little research on optimization… and then… moot! Fin. Done-ito. My blog was abandoned. Normally, I’d keep a more…
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The Warm Embrace of Uncertainty: On Growing Up and Letting Go
Dear diary, I am slowly learning how to embrace the future. When I was 13, I’d walk around and tell anybody that would listen, “I’m going to die by the time I’m 40.” I’m not entirely sure why 40 specifically. Maybe it was the perfect sweet spot in my head — not too old, and…
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Shimmery Pieces in the Mosaic of My Life
am everyone I’ve ever loved, especially those who have drifted the furthest. I carry around your pieces of my mosaic in my pocket, taking you from place to place, showing you off. Maybe one day I’ll laugh too hard or get so busy dancing that your piece falls at my feet, never to be seen…

