Dear Twenty-Year-Old Single Me,
It’s November 14, 2012. You’re sitting in your dorm room, feeling pretty good about yourself right now. In your journal, you just wrote these words:Read More
At 20 years old, I decided to start drinking alcohol because I wanted to be loved and accepted by the people around me. I thought drinking would make me cooler, and less of the goody two-shoes everyone thought I was. Essentially, I believed drinking would make me more valuable.Read More
I used to be a feminist. It all started in college, where I saw how many girls were only there for the coveted MRS degree. I could clearly see how they were all attempting to find their worth in who they might marry instead of in who they might become.Read More
Several weeks ago, the news and social media broke out with articles about a catastrophic situation in Aleppo, Syria. Everyone was talking about the tragedies and the brutality. At the risk of exposing my own ignorance, I will admit that I turned my eyes from the horrors in the news.Read More
I need to write to you. I don’t know how else to deal with what has been stirring in my heart and churning in my stomach other than to write about it. I wasn’t even sure for a long time what it was, but now I think I finally know. It’s anger.Read More
Let me tell you a story:
A girl comes home after a long day. She sets her things down, throws her hair up, and changes into comfy clothes in record time. Breathing a deep sigh of relief from taking off that chest cage called bra and changing out of those feet shackles called heels, she grabs her laptop and flips it open. The screen illuminates, showing the last webpage she visited: Netflix.Read More
I also can’t believe I’m writing about the fact that I’m voting for Donald Trump. And I really can’t believe I’m actually posting about the fact that I’m voting for Donald Trump.
But it’s true. All of this is really happening. Take a deep breath, Rogers.
I’m writing this for many of you who were like me: undecided.Read More
My journey to find faith began with the story of when I thought I lost love. The heartbreak I endured ultimately led me closer to God than I’ve ever been before, and more than anything that experience molded my faith. I chose to follow Christ when I learned that only He can give me what my heart so deeply longs for; when men have time and again let me down and broken my heart, Jesus holds it like a treasure.Read More
Everybody has a personal hell. You know… that thing or place that drives them crazy, that person or group of people that makes them go mad—we all have it. For some, it’s going to the dentist or talking politics with the uninformed. Maybe it’s family reunions or being stuck in traffic that for others can cause deep misery beyond thinkable limits. Some are able to handle their personal hell with perhaps more grace than others, and some people seemingly can't cope at all.Read More
So much happens in the course of a year. So much changes, so much grows. Much is molded, much falls off. It's beautiful and it's messy and sometimes you don't want to look, or you can't help but look back. It's an important part of life; that of reflection. Reflection helps us recognize changes that occurred and changes that need to still take place. It allows us to make the humbling statement: "Look what the Lord has done!"Read More
If you live in the United States, I know what you’re probably thinking: “5 year high school reunion? That’s a thing?” Well, let me tell you…yes. Yes it is.
This past labor day weekend, I traveled to my hometown of Mexico City, Mexico. Five years after our graduation from the American School Foundation, several of my high school classmates and I gathered to celebrate.
But before I get too ahead of myself, I need to share some back-story.Read More
Well, I was gone from the blogging scene for quite some time while I reinvented my site to create a fresh new look. I always knew I wouldn't stay with what I started with, and I'm happy to say that while it continues to be a work, there has now been significant progress. I'm with a new website host, which means a new domain name (I mean let’s be real... today with tiff? It was cute for like a second). If you do however feel like reliving those glorious moments you had laughing at the witty and clever (yet humbly profound) remarks I made, you may always visit todaywithtiff.wordpress.com.Read More