indiana dunes.

This summer is a weird one in my household. Don’t get me wrong, it’s going well, and the weather’s been beautiful for the most part. But it’s just not a typical summer around here. I’m finally getting settled into a new role, teaching two classes, and the whole one parent to one child ratio keeps our evenings pretty tied up. So, when I started thinking about a big vacation, I knew it was going to have to wait until Caiden and I adjusted to the new routine. Luckily, a random idea, suggestions from those around me, and a quick drive up north offered us an incredible weekend away. Continue reading

hcla class of 2018.

I’ve done pieces of life a little backwards. It started around 8 years old when I decided to sign up for dance class. Did I enroll in the class that would build my foundation as a dancer for years to come? No, I hated ballet. I started with jazz *insert jazz hands motion here* before continuing with hip-hop, tap, modern, and ballet—in that order. This backwards decision-making followed me into college, graduate school specifically. My graduate program included two required classes: communication theories and qualitative research methods. I took both classes in my last semester. Whoops! Did I mention I also became a mother at 17 years old? Luckily, these decisions worked out for me, but they each strayed from my original, forward-thinking plans. Now here’s the real question: how could a backward decision-maker ever call herself a leader? Continue reading