Genevieve Condon

  Most mornings I wake up, unsure of what happened the night before. There are baby feet precariously balanced on my face, and with one sudden movement, I’m pretty sure

  Winter had settled in on the island, the cool breeze of the ocean replaced with a bitter wind that took your breath away when you stepped outside. Ty insisted

There was always something about Jordan. From the moment I saw him walk into the coffee shop, it was like time stood still. Cliché, I know, but it’s true. The

  We used to do everything together, waiting impatiently for Friday night to rush home and change into our pajamas. We’d meet at my house and order bad take-out, drink

I remember it like it was yesterday – the first Thanksgiving that I volunteered to help cook. My culinary skills have improved over the years, but this was a time

It was so cold I couldn’t feel my toes. Or my hands. But my adoring boyfriend, Elijah, decided that to have an impressive first Thanksgiving at our new home, we

  Adam was about as entertaining as watching paint dry. He tried his best to make conversation, but that went south when he asked me if I wanted to hear

  Progress. Upward momentum. Promotions. Degrees. No matter what we call it, there is always the pressure and assumption that we must want to move upwards. That once in a

All young girls grew up reading fairy tales about the princess waiting to be saved. She’d let down her long hair or wait in distress as she was held captive.