Turning 25

I like to think that my quarter life crisis happened last summer, driving to work at 5:30 in the morning, and listening to “Escape” by Rupert Holmes (aka “The Pina Colada Song”). I was freaking out. I was about to turn 24 and still in undergrad with no real forward momentum in my life, or…

Girl, You Got Guns!

A few weeks ago I took my car to get my oil changed. I was supposed to go to a barre class with a girl friend of mine and was wearing the expected yoga pant and tank top attire when I walked up to the register. At some point, between rummaging through my purse and paying…

A Goodbye to Expectations

My mom called me as my boyfriend and I were just leaving the New River Gorge vicinity, heading back to Atlanta after a week that was somewhere between delightful and fun, and stressful and disgusting. My mom called me because a friend I had run into on my trip, who I hadn’t seen in almost…

Being Authentically Feminine

Last week, multiple articles were released regarding women in outdoor social media, the topic usually involving how we appear. Sometimes we’re beautiful with nice hair and a full face of make up. Sometimes we’re beautiful with wild hair, no make up and a little bit of blood and dirt. Sometimes we’re just straight up covered…

Fighting and Laughter in Las Vegas

I’m still in denial that I’m back in Atlanta, even if I’ve spent two weeks in my usual routine of class, work, sleep. Going to Red Rock was more than just a trip without my boyfriend. It was my trip. My trip where I spent four days going from boulder to boulder collecting battle scars and…

Dodgeball

When I first moved to Atlanta the idea of stepping foot in Maryland ever again was blasphemous. I had spent the majority of my exceptionally awkward years in that state and the idea of returning to it usually sends me down a memory lane full of offensive teenage dialogue, local punk shows, and spending time…

It’s All Slopers From Here

Why do you climb? Why are you in school? What’s driving you to keep going?   The first question, “Why do you climb?” was asked by my boyfriend while I sat underneath a boulder problem, trying desperately not to cry or say terrible things about myself. I didn’t have an answer for him. I felt…

Guacamole Recipe

My interest in nutrition came about when decided to become a vegetarian at 17. It was the first time I actually had to pay attention to what I was eating and I began to actually understand the affects food had on my body. As my knowledge about nutrition grew, so did my relationship with food….