I am one of the few millennials and semi-recent college graduates (2011) that am lucky enough to have a full-time job that relates to my college degree. For the past seven months, I’ve been working as the marketing and communications specialist at Good Shepherd Penn Partners, which is the official therapy provider of Penn Medicine.
As I’ve shared previously, my non-profit career has given me the opportunity to share the stories of inspirational people who are living examples of the resilience of the human spirit.
Over the past few months, I’ve worked to set up the organization’s official blog, Next Chapter. It is a place where people can learn about the essence of the organization. It shows the compassionate care offered from the staff members that go above and beyond to help patients regain their lives. The faces of patients and their lovers show that health disasters can strike anyone when they least expect it. Continue reading
Over the past year or so I’ve grown as a writer. I’m learning that part of that means that at times tears will be running down my face as my fingers bang out the words that are pouring out of me. Other times, it leaves me unpopular with others as I refrain from wrapping each essay with a cookie cutter ending.
For years I’ve searched for articles and essays that ring true to my heart. And there have been times where I stumble across pieces of writing that make me feel less alone. That is what drives me to be a writer. My latest piece on Bustle took months working on with the amazing editor Rachel Krantz, but she pushed me to turn in into one of the proudest pieces I have ever written. Feel free to check it out!
I spent this afternoon looking at photos of people that I’ve covered over the years through video, photography and writing. Having started my career at Gift of Life Donor Program, I had the fortune of honing my craft of interviewing individuals who have experienced life altering experiences. At Philabundance, I was able to explore the world of poverty and work each day to get the word out that there is no one face of hunger. At Good Shepherd Penn Parters, I am able to cover the inspirational stories of patients working to regain their mobility, their caregivers who support them, and the therapists that work tirelessly all for their patient. Since graduating college in 2011, I am lucky to have continuously help share incredible stories told by amazing people! Love non-profit life! When I wanted to be a writer growing up, I never knew my life would take this turn but it is so fulfilling and so inspiring! Take a look at some of the amazing people I’ve profiled over the years!
The first post of 2015! Within 24 hours of publishing my insane list of 365 things I wanted to do in 365, I gave myself a panic attack. Honestly, not surprising. But then after a recommendation from a friend, I decided to break the list into things to accomplish each month month. Thankfully, that made things less overwhelming and my enthusiasm for the project was restored!
Here are the things I’ve been able to check off the list so far….
Writing my online reject article for xoJane was a shot in the dark- it was a personal experience that I thought a few people would be interested in, or maybe relate to. When it was published yesterday afternoon- all comment hell broke loose. I’m not going to lie- I spent Friday night pouring through the array of feedback in the comments section. Many uplifiting, and full of valid advice. Others made me want to drink tequila and cry into the fur of my mentioned (and must discussed) ‘highly intelligent cat’.
I woke up to this—all this in less than 20 hours. Continue reading
Originally seen on Huffington Post. Published 05/10/2012
My grandfather would have been 83 years old today. If he were alive right now, I would probably be putting the final touches on his birthday cake and trying to rush around to find the last-minute perfect gift. Most likely, it would have been something for his kitchen, since 90 percent of my memories with him revolved around the kitchen table. Me gobbling up his pancakes or tomato salad as he told me stories of growing up in upstate Pennsylvania. Or how when I would turn down a piece a fruit after breakfast, he would remind me that when he was growing up, fruit was a treat. He would only receive an orange in his stocking at Christmas, so I should be so lucky to be able to have one each day!
I never did find out of that story was true (in fact, most of his stories were exaggerated), but that doesn’t matter now.
Instead of stressing about last-minute present preparation like I do for most loved one’s birthdays (I take card shopping very seriously. I’m the woman that spends a good half hour reading cards till I find one that makes me cry), I’m reflecting on his life and his continuous influence on it. Continue reading