The 8th Floor

Well, today was most certainly one of those days. When you end it, sinking into the bathtub balling your eyes out because most of nothing went right, and you just barely made it out without losing it completely. Although, I wanted to sit in a pity party regarding the day and how everything “happened to…

Witch Hazel and Life Lessons

A quick story about this evening and a single mother with $12 in her bank account.  I have no interest in sharing my financials. But, my topic sentence sums up this week. It won’t forever be that way. Hence, my fervent trek toward law school. Independent Female = Me.  However, this evening as the girls…