The Comparison Game

I have a confession to make. I struggle with comparison. And not in the traditional sense. Not in the way you imagine, by comparing myself to any woman that crosses my path. No, there's really just one woman I compare myself to. You know the type. She's whimiscal, girly. Her photos get more likes on … Continue reading The Comparison Game


Baseball Camp

One of my favorite childhood memories is of my summer at baseball camp. It’s one of the stories I tell a guy I’m interested in because I want him to know I’m not just a cute girl in a dress. Probably the most interesting part of the story is that I had only been walking … Continue reading Baseball Camp