A few years ago, I shared an article on my Facebook page entitled “Not Everyone is Beautiful.” I was immediately hooked because of its controversial title—I can appreciate a little political incorrectness—and was even more struck by its content. You can go read it for yourself HERE, but the gist

I have to be honest: it’s really hard for me to write this article. Maybe it’s because I’m not far enough removed from my senior season. Maybe it’s because I’m sad that volleyball is over, or unwilling to look towards my future as an ex-athlete, or bitter because of the

Dear Cairn, I am currently sitting in the oldest coffee house in England (although the café across the street would beg to differ; apparently this coffee grudge-match has been going on since 1654), drinking a latte made with Turkish espresso and eating breakfast. Which, in the traditional British manner, includes