At 18

I was driving down the road the other day and a snippet of “And I’m Telling You (I’m Not Going)” from Dreamgirls came on the radio and I sang along with all the gusto a person who can’t hit a single note in the song can give. I was transported back to the first time …

I wrote a post on my blog a while ago about some of the ways I was actually wiser at 18 than I was when I supposedly “grew up”. But don’t be fooled, there were plenty of things that I’d like to go back and tell that carefree 18-year-old. With the wisdom I’ve developed over …