Adulthood has always seemed vague to me. What it means to be finally accepted into a higher level of thinking and understanding is very hard to grasp. I believed that once you hit eighteen you are supposed to know everything about taxes, jobs, and loans. Basically, there is a point in your life where suddenly people treat you differently; and I believed that completely until a few weeks ago. Soccer has never failed at making me feel better. Ever since...

 Papa and I were best friends. Growing up I could always turn to him when I was upset, scared, or overwhelmed with the world around me. All he would have to do was sit me on his lap, and tell me it would be okay. My tears would subside, and I would realize there was nothing to be sad about. However, all that time I was in pain, I was too young to realize that he was too. He was...

When I was young people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I would always answer something silly like a pastry chef. I would watch the Food Network for hours studying chefs create these amazing desserts that were as beautiful as they were delicious. For a long time I would bake cake after cake, layering them in fondant, and trying to decorate them with icing. That time must have been nightmarish for my mother...