Two women are responsible for changing my life: Joy Nash and Emily McCombs. One of those women I've often described as having the "road map" of my heart, the other I've never actually met in real life but was the first person who ever took a chance on my words. It was 2012 and I'd been ...Continue

For as long as I could remember, dressing my lower half had been about the tuck. I tucked skinny jeans into tall equestrian boots, styled straight-leg denim with ankle booties, and—I’ll admit—stuffed too-long Juicy Couture sweatpants into Ugg boots.Growing up with the unfortunate task of defining

“And just one more question: Why should we give you a place in our Physical Therapist Assistant program, Yolanda?” The assistant program director looked up from the list in her hands.All eyes were on me. I paused, then said the first thing that came to my mind: “Because you want someone who will be

“I have a discount for the laxatives,” the old man sputtered, shoving a crinkled coupon in my face. I was an overwhelmed part-time cashier/full-time high school student. Grimacing, I took the piece of paper out of his hands and scanned it; right on cue, an error occurred. "MINIMUM SALE ...Continue

When I was 17, I worked at a Ukrainian bakery in a quiet Philly suburb with one of my best friends, Lauren*. One night, we were about an hour from closing up when a woman came in asking for pierogies (Ukrainians make baller pierogies). It was pretty normal to have only one customer at a time; the