Under the Earth and By the Sea {The Grove: Thy Word}
I was standing in cave, somewhere deep under the midwestern US. Darkness so thick I could almost taste it. A hand an inch in front of my face would...
Author: Maria Mullet
What the Halflings Knew All Along
Last year, I traveled to see friends for Christmas. The cool thing is, my travels cost me nary a penny. My boarding pass was a...
The Best and the Worst
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Perhaps Charles Dickens was living his first Christmas abroad when he wrote those words....
You’re Speaking My Taste Buds
Food is a language of its own. I moved six hundred miles away from my hometown to go to college. For every reasonably-long holiday, I’d...
Running, Powder, and the Better Life
A few weeks ago, I got home from a long run, soaked in sweat. It's the kind of sweaty I didn’t know before I took up running in the...
It All Matters
If someone came to me with the request “teach me to dance” I’d have nothing. Nothing. I can’t do the two-step, the tango, the twist. None of them. I’d...
Giving Up and Leaning In {The Grove: Niche}
There are still a few spots left in Connection Groups! If you've been on the fence about joining, you still have a chance. Head over to the Connection Group...
Yellow Shirts and Wobbly Knees {The Grove: Welcome to Culture Shock}
I always thought choosing what color I’d wear was an individual right of sorts. I could choose according to my mood, my preferences, my style. But...
Questions From a Single Nomad
My left ring finger is empty. It’s not bare: a freckle marks the spot where a ring might sit. But nothing winds around it as a reminder of a...
On the Road to Self-Discovery
Outside my front door sits a snake plant. Beside the snake plant rest my Birkenstocks. And this bothers me. I am...
