Josie Charlotte - Soon to be a high school senior, I write about my life and experience as a teenager growing up in the North Suburbs of Chicago. I have always been in love with writing and plan to do it for the rest of my life. My dream is to be a writer for Vogue, since fashion is the most wonderful thing in the world to me.

2 октября, 2015 - 14:31
Автор: Josie Charlotte
On each birthday you’re supposed to be excited for your new age and the coming year. But every birthday since I’ve been young, I’ve been hungering for the ages I’ve left. I started my life in Cincinnati, Ohio. I was raised in a pretty little house, on a quiet little street, in a tiny little town that was a short drive away from what I considered to be a bustling downtown. Looking back, I thought the house was huge. The kitchen had enough space
3 августа, 2015 - 07:48
Автор: Josie Charlotte
It’s not that I love traveling. I always thought I’d be one of those people whose insistent wanderlust would lead them to new places, never letting them completely settle down. But it’s not that I love the newness of traveling, or the unfamiliarity or change in schedules. I just fell in love with so many places, I was always returning home. The latest home I’ve found was completely unexpected. My family and I took an incredible riverboat cruise
1 июля, 2015 - 06:40
Автор: Josie Charlotte
If you’ve read my column for the few years I’ve been writing it, you’d know how much I love fashion magazines. I would read them constantly, if I had the time. In fact, I have been reading them constantly before I started writing this article, on my 9-hour flight from Europe. Lufthansa has a brand new screen with 20+ movies, and instead I spend this time reading magazines. I love everything about them; I’m desperate to be a part of that world
4 мая, 2015 - 03:40
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Home is a turquoise blue. It is cold and windy and sunny. Home is the reflection of the buildings bouncing off the diamond lake when it’s finally summertime, and everyone gives out a sigh of relief that they can put away their jackets and take their dogs for walks. Home is bundled up in scarves and parkas, early nighttimes and an excuse to stay inside. It’s a conversation to have between acquaintances, something to complain about when you’re
2 апреля, 2015 - 05:17
Автор: Josie Charlotte
For the main portion of my young adult life up until this point, I’ve felt confined into a box. But it’s not the typical box cornered by teen angst and itching rebellion as is usual in teenagers. The box I was fitted into was regarding my fashion choices and daily outfits I wear, something that is linked to my identity as much as the words that I write. I’ve never seen Fashion as the materialistic soul-sucking world where you chose impressing
2 марта, 2015 - 07:04
Автор: Josie Charlotte
When I left for college, I knew I’d miss home and I knew I’d miss my family. But I don’t think I could have expected the extent to which I’d feel their absence once I moved to Florida. I always knew I wanted to experience a different lifestyle in a different part of the country than I was used to. Florida seemed to fit with everything I wanted to try, but I didn’t think about the fact that I was leaving so much more behind than just a place. I’
3 февраля, 2015 - 02:20
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Since it’s the Valentines Day Issue, I suppose I should write about love. But that’s a little hard to do when you’re only nineteen; no one takes you seriously when it comes to love. However, I do have a little more experience than the average teenager. The experience isn’t necessarily my own, but the experience of what I come from. Everything I have always known about love was written in my DNA. I was, afterall, the product of a love story. In
7 декабря, 2014 - 03:38
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Every time I told someone I was going to school in Florida, they would always joke, “you chose it for the weather didn’t you!” The sunshine state’s reputation was impossible to ignore. Florida has always been seen as an “escape”, or a sanctified hero in the bleakest part of winter. I knew many friends who were escaping from cold Chicago for a few winters in warm spots around the country, and many of my parent’s friends who had come to the point
7 ноября, 2014 - 03:42
Автор: Josie Charlotte
You’ve probably anticipated that my first article in college would be that of nostalgia and an emotional description of coming of age. Although I do fall in many cliché categories, I try to avoid them when I can. Besides, I’ve written enough about “lasts” for the past year. It’s time to write about “firsts”. I walked off the plane into sunny Florida and realized for the first time that this was actually my home. The two-and-a-half-hour plane
7 августа, 2014 - 05:11
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Call me un-American, but Fourth of July has never been my very favorite holiday. I'm not a fan of barbecue food, humidity, or American-flag manicures. I much prefer Christmas for many reasons, one being the rich velvets and glitter that the season allows you to add to your wardrobe. But to me, there's never been a part of Fourth of July that has been a favorite memory. I like the holiday, and I am in no way a Grinch of any sort, but it has never
7 августа, 2014 - 04:46
Автор: Josie Charlotte
While summer is typically the most popular time of travel, my family decided that instead of a tourist’s adventure in Europe or a secluded beach getaway in Mexico, we’d spend most of our summer at our little lake house in Kentucky.  Usually a restless family with a communal desire and appreciation for other parts of the world, we decided it was due time to just relax in our home away from home, with the rest of my extended family who lived
7 июля, 2014 - 04:48
Автор: Josie Charlotte
High School Graduation came in the same manner one falls asleep: slowly, and then all at once. While this analogy is more commonly related to falling in love, it’s also a proper analogy for the past eighteen years of my life. High school graduation has always been eternities away. Kindergarten ended without high school on my mind at all. I finished 4th grade with apprehensiveness towards the middle school homework load, and I ended 7th grade
7 июня, 2014 - 04:50
Автор: Josie Charlotte
I thought finding the perfect Prom Dress is much like finding a perfect man—impossible to find. Even if you happen to find one, it’ll probably still need alterations. My prom dresses over the years have been the epitome of my identity. Dresses for me have never been about dress codes or impressions, they’ve been the culmination of my existence, the core of my essence represented in silks and beads and tulle. I thought very long and hard about
7 мая, 2014 - 04:53
Автор: Josie Charlotte
Since I was a little girl, I’ve been a little too boy crazy for my own good. My five-year-old crushes entailed fantasies of wedding gowns and epic declarations of love; I was a hopeless romantic from the start. I’ve always had a “List”. Every girl does. This list consists of necessary traits for their partner, spouse, or, in my case, prince. Some Lists start and end with money, others list intellect as number one, but my List, as a five year,
7 апреля, 2014 - 04:55
Автор: Josie Charlotte
To me, Easter Sunday has always meant a pretty new dress and brunch with my Grandparents. I’ve always had the knowledge that it meant more than fabric and breakfast food, obviously, but the greatest depth of my Easter understanding was a story. It was a story, like many others I hear at church, about Jesus rising from the dead. It was a story to me, like the ones I was read at bedtime or the chapter books I started to read. How would a man,

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