In front of a rustic cabin, in the middle of a Mid-western forest, there stood a little girl. Atop a "balance beam" made of jagged rock about three feet from the earth, the little girl, with her thick glasses and messy pony tale, stood r...

  Several months ago, I read a skirt! essay titled, “When the Universe Calls, Pick Up the Phone.”   Afterwards, I felt inspired by the idea of a divine plan authored by the universe. So, I asked for a picture of the i...

So, I admit it. I have known the skirt! blog was coming for months. Yet, having absolutely no experience in this medium, I have dreaded my first entry from day one. Don’t get me wrong, it was the excited kind of dread. But, dread nonetheless. ...