Every Generation Pushes a Little Further Than the Last
The day I finally understood my mother. I remember being trapped in the car with my mom after an hour-long practice when she asked me …
Un-Mentored: Part 2
The Post College Internship The college internship was over. Now what? Get a real job, right? Not quite. Quinn found herself working in a call …
Unmentored 1: The Pivot
When I was told I was not going to graduate on time, I thought it was a joke. Dr. Lawson sat behind her desk with …
Girls Trip to Colorado
We made it on the plane just in time. Coffee and breakfast sandwiches in hand, we found two seats at the very back off the plane. There was a lady seated in between us who was from Colorado. She had lived in Gwinett County, a large suburb of Atlanta for 20 years and felt pretty removed from Colorado. She was going to visit family. I asked her what food Colorado is famous for. “Rocky Mountain Oysters!” She said. Morgan and I both released a “OOOHHHHHHHH” of excitement. “Do you know what they are?” The lady ask. We both paused and said no. “Bison Testicals.”