I AM… Jealous

“None of your business!!”   My dad was my 8th grade basketball coach, and I once believed nothing could break his concentration from those ten players running up and down that squeaky court.  Turns out, some junior high boys yelling from the bleachers for his daughter’s phone number could.


I AM… Love

Ok, ladies. I’m about to ruffle some feathers. Now don’t be alarmed, I promise to play nice. But something has been nagging at my heart for months now, and it’s high time I stop trying to push it down, and address it for what it is.