“Over the past year or so my dad has been referring to almost everything as being paradoxical. And at times I’ll admit, it really pissed me off. Not everything is a paradox, Dad.”

“I had a dream the other night that I was flying in the sky riding Rudolph (yes, the red-nosed reindeer) when suddenly the little guy started deflating (he was full of air) and I went plummeting down deep into the ocean.”

“I can’t even put into words the incredible people, especially women, I’ve met through rugby; Women who are unapologetically themselves, who stand up for what they believe in, they’re innovative, they’re resilient, they’re just freaking gorgeous humans inside and out.”

“A little bit after my first missed period I started eating bowl after bowl of granola.”

“As we were making our way down the mountainside we ran into a man sitting naked by a natural water fountain making necklaces out of string.”

“And then, what’s that? Oh yes, I had the sudden urge to be naked.“

“Next thing I know she’s twisting, bending, pinching, and cracking me in all sorts of unfamiliar ways.”

“Aside from all of these wonderful things I am experiencing, something still feels… off.”

The creamy one.

The practice makes perfect(?) one.

El gimnasio one.

The hungry one.

Mom don’t read this one.

THE one.

The Leire One.

The moving one.

The miscommunication one.

The foodie one.

The graphic one.