Real talk—to my core, I am a worker and a striver. And sometimes, I turn into the worst kind of hustler—fighting to prove that I belong, that my voice carries value, that I am more than another number in this world. It’s why I need to remember that I don’t make...
It was the end of May in Northern Indiana, and it seemed as if the torrential downpour would never stop. I remember the way the rain pounded on the roof of the tiny cottage almost the entire weekend. I remember the way the water soaked the ground until the earth...
I am, I believe, leaving behind a season of busy. It’s been a season of rushing, of making it through the work day, of making it through a busy evening, of sleeping for a couple of hours, of starting the process all over again. Day after day after day. It’s been a...
In the midst of emails, data analysis, research, interviews, and meetings, two songs have been on replay. They play through my headphones and echo long after I leave HOPE for the day. And with the summer winding down, they seem fitting. You can get lost in the music...
