A routine could be a blessing but also a curse. Lacey found herself at the height of a constant work rotation. She taught ballroom ...

There was a period in my life where every step felt like my last. Ruminations spiraled through my brain like an unending race against ...

The countdown to Christmas was on, and nothing about Lacey felt festive. New York City shined bright in colorful lights and decor. After eight ...

Confidence in my writing ability has been hard to come by. The power of my pen served as a primary source of expression. I’ve ...

Lacey was as excited as a child on Christmas morning. New York City was a fluffy winter scene. The first snowfall of the season ...

Do you remember how your parents begged you not to age too fast? I do. As an adult, I find myself hoping for the ...

Grief was as new to Lacey as having seasons. Autumn approached faster than she anticipated it would. She wasn’t prepared for change of any ...

Since I was a kid, I’ve daydreamed. I molded scenes of how social interactions might go or how I could become whatever I wanted ...

My worst year was undisputedly 2020. Being stuck in the house, working and dwelling in the same space day in and day out, I ...

My relationship with the outdoors has been an insecure one. I grew up in an urban area where we ran around on sidewalks, sat ...