Meghan Mangrum

It’s that time of year - media outlets are compiling “Best of…” lists, people are sharing their goals and resolutions, and my social media feeds are filled with life updates (mostly engagements. Ugh). I saw this tweet today, and it got me thinking. quote this tweet with your top 3 personal accomplishments of 2017 (you … Continue reading 2017.

Amidst student goodbyes and last day of class Instagram photos and watching undergraduates tentatively try on their brand new, unwrinkled caps and gowns, I had a stupid thought today – that I had gotten good at goodbyes. It hit me when I walked out of my favorite yoga instructor’s last class this evening, I’m not … Continue reading A Long String of Goodbyes

There are moments that define you, that define your life - the obvious ones and then the little moments, the day-to-day moments without much fanfare. There are the days of innocent youth, filled with laughter and conversations long since forgotten where you remember community and belonging and there are the days when you are honored, … Continue reading Reflections at the end of July.

I vomited in the shower today. I threw up because I was homesick for Florida - not because this Indianapolis heat dries out every pore of my body, or because these roads are frustratingly unfamiliar or because I have yet to find a decent Spanish restaurant serving good food, but because my body, my heart, … Continue reading An Orlando girl, stuck in Indianapolis, reacts.

I have always been an assertive person. I’ve never had a problem standing up for myself, both assertively and aggressively, and sometimes I have even been the unfair aggressor in a situation. I think this is why an event I experienced recently triggered a great deal of pause and reflection for me. While visiting a … Continue reading A Chance Encounter at a Gas Station and Musings on Being a Woman

This Sunday, diners and breakfast cafes will packed with more than just the usual church crowd. Florists will be making special deliveries, possibly to more women with wrinkled faces than young women fresh from dinner dates. Middle-aged men and college students, sisters and brothers alike will pick up the phone and make a call that maybe … Continue reading Pink Carnations: A Mother’s Day Story

As a child born under a flag of red, white and blue I have never known a time that I’ve been silenced. Pencils are available in any drugstores, school is provided and required, public library cards are free and the world is at my fingertips – through the internet, through the books I read, and … Continue reading Je Suis Charlie