From 13 to 30

Do you remember being thirteen years old? When I was thirteen, I had no friends. Seriously. It was that awkward stage where some friends went to other high schools, and group dynamics changed, and I found myself being Jess "No Mates" van Straaten. It doesn't seem like a big deal now, but it was one … Continue reading From 13 to 30


What My Father Taught Me

"Don't you wish you had a son?" This question was often directed at my father, who has three daughters of which I am the oldest. Every time, he answered surely and quickly, "Nope. I love being a dad to girls." And he really does. Even when the house was full of GHDs, giggling girls and … Continue reading What My Father Taught Me