We're all fucking hypocrites. For ethical, environmental, and health reasons, I haven't eaten red meat for 16 years. I haven't eaten chicken for 14 years. I haven't eaten fish for 12 years. I haven't had dairy for 7 years. (Took me some time to finally accept I'm allergic to milk!)Committed to a plant-based lifestyle, I progressively transitioned from vegetarian to vegan.AND YET:I wear my sister Miya's brown leather cowboy boots, happily. I'm obsessed with them. Not just because they were...

I've dated them all—young, old, short, tall, big, small. This is my conclusion:When I was 18, I only wanted to date 22-year-olds because they were more mature and knew what they wanted.When I was 22, 22-year-old men knew jack shit, and I wanted to date 25-year-olds who were out of college living in the "real world."When I was 25, 25-year-olds were immature and only wanted to play games, so I believed 30-year-old men were where...

I write because it's cathartic. Writing helps me process all the noise in my head and body. It gives me a pulse, an outlet for my creativity that bustles at the brim (I think I just made up that phrase), oozing to get out. I write because it's what makes sense to me. I share because I hope my words are cathartic for you. I hope my words allow you to connect deeper with others and realize just how similar...

 New Year's Eve: A night of possibilities. Picture this: Black spandex, black backless shirt, cowboy boots, and my beloved bohemian parka, on a bicycle, in 35-degree winter chill, corralling a group of friends away from the pre-gaming party toward a bar. They're on a mission to get more drunk; I'm on a mission to get kissed. It's two hours before the strike of midnight, and I promised myself I would land a New Year's kiss with a...

I wasn't a Do-Nothing Bitch, and I still ain't. For 5 consecutive seasons, the organizers of the Franklin Baseball League pulled my mom aside at tryouts and informed her, "This is a boy's league," to which my mom would reply, "And my daughter is playing in it."I didn't give a fuck that I was the only girl on my team, let alone in the league. I only cared that I could compete. That I didn't have...

It's my dad's 72nd birthday, and so, at his expense, we're doing another "Joel Roast" since everyone thoroughly enjoyed last year's! Dad, even though I know you won't read any of this because you've never read anything I've written—you're too ADD—I'm still going to say happy birthday, old man!Here are this past year's goodies: Joel Convo posts from October 28, 2015 - October 28, 2016!**DAD: What are you doing? ME: I'm writing at the coffeeshop. DAD: Anyone know me there? ME:...

Dear Baby Boomer Parents: I know not working at a corporate, "stable" job causes you anxiety. Sometimes it causes me anxiety, too. A steady paycheck with insurance benefits sounds nice. However, I don't think you understand what I'm trying to do.I'm an entrepreneur. I am pushed to build my own thing—my own company and brand.For years, I've wanted to make a living [insert dream job]. And finally, I'm super focused on it and know it's time. I will...