Never think you know someone based on a first impression. Within five minutes of meeting my best friend, I decided she was judgmental and that we were going to constantly butt heads. Five years later, I don’t know anyone else on the planet more like myself.
While I’m as thrilled as anyone that political advertisements are over, we now find ourselves in the midst of another election season: holiday shopping season. But this time around, we’re voting with our dollars.
Likely, you’ve already decided who it is you’re voting for tomorrow, and my following words aren’t aimed at swaying you one way or another. I write only to explain why I’ve decided to vote for my sisters.
In more ways than one, the New York City subway serves as a metaphor for life. I spent my summer on the subway traversing the city underground, and the words that come over every loudspeaker in every single train as the doors close have become ingrained in my brain.
I was privileged enough to spend most of last week at the Global Women’s Initiative conference in Atlanta. I was one of five finalists for the event’s scholarship essay contest.