You either love it or hate it. If you’re anywhere near social media, there are plenty of posts to support that statement. You either believe it’s the nectar of the gods or a bitter concoction of no-thank-you. As for me, my love of coffee began my first year of college…

I needed something. SOMETHING. I had the urge to fly, to run, to disappear. As cliché as it sounds, I needed to find myself. The me I used to know and the me I wanted to be were buried under life and had been for a long time. Once upon…

As I sat in 9th grade pre-algebra I was giddy with a secret. Written on my paper turned over on my desktop was an answer the teacher was convinced didn’t exist. The day before she had given out homework, but it wasn’t the typical homework. It was one problem to…