I’m With Love: My Opinion on the 2016 Election and Why You Need to Vote

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I will be voting for Hillary Clinton tomorrow.

I would guess about 50% of the people that originally clicked this link just exited out: 10% who don’t care what I have to say about politics, 20% who are Donald Trump supporters and 20% who simply don’t give a shit about voting tomorrow or this election or hearing the names Clinton and Trump until this whole “mess” is over.

Well, the 10% can go about their merry way. I’m no political expert, and I would never pretend to be, but I’m allowed my own opinion just as you all are allowed the option to stop reading. However, I know one of the reasons I’ve found success with this blog is because I’m candidly myself, and I don’t hold back. I thought twice—no, probably three times—about whether to write about this, but I know I’d regret not staying true to myself when it comes to something that’s this important to me (I know—gasp!—it’s not just boys and wine and soulcycle).

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I Failed and I Almost Lied to All of You About It: Here’s Why I Changed My Mind

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I didn’t make the LA Kings Ice Crew this year, and my plan was to go about the rest of my life pretending like it didn’t happen and lying to anyone who asked…if only to save the little bit of pride I still have for myself.

But then I remembered something.

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Why You Want to Try Out for the LA Kings Ice Crew

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The dictionary might describe family as those people we are connected to through “a common ancestry,” or in laymen’s terms, by blood. However, I think family extends beyond the veins that run under our skin. I think family can be described as the people who, by simply being in their presence, make us feel like we’re…home.

The Los Angeles Kings organization, their fans and the community we share together are what I consider my home.

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A Message From My Mom on Mother’s Day

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I headed to SoulCycle this morning to get my mind off what I knew was bound to be a difficult day. Little did I know I’d end up leaving in tears and learning one of the greatest lessons of my life.

As today marks Mother’s Day, the class was packed with moms and their daughters, smiling, laughing and taking polaroid pictures at a little station the studio had set up to commemorate the fun morning. When they asked if I’d like to grab my mom and take a photo, I simply smiled and shook my head no.

I was alone.

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The Art of…Being Alone

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It’s so intriguing how the universe works to paint the picture of our lives.

Today marks a Leap Year, which only happens every four years. Looking at my canvas last Leap Year, in 2012, my portrait includes me, happily in love with my ex-boyfriend, having just begun dating a few weeks prior (on Valentine’s Day, in case you don’t recall). If I had to guess, that picture was filled with pinks and yellows and bright colors of love and happiness and new beginnings.

Come Leap Year 2016 and my painting has changed tones: my canvas has faded, perhaps from spending too much time resting comfortably in the sun, taking on new shades of color and leaving space for touching up—or perhaps, for a whole new picture overall.

Let me explain.

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