Maggie Giuffrida

Accepting Uncertainty Without Fear

When I was 22 years old, fresh out of college, with nothing more than a pocket full of change and a heart full of hope, I decided to move cross-country from Arizona to New Jersey for an unpaid, no-college-credit-receiving internship at a popular publishing company. "Brave" is what my family and friends called me, but that’s not what I was...

One Priceless Love Lesson From a Cheap Tiny Old Ring

One word frees us all of the weight and pain of life: that word is love. — Sophocles For the past however many years (I honestly can't remember how longs it's been), I've had this on again, off again, relationship with a cheap, gold-painted, little ring. There's nothing particularly amazing about this ring. It wasn’t expensive, and it’s definitely not from Tiffany’s. In fact, I believe I bought it for less than five bucks at Forever 21 (when I was still in the appropriate age bracket to shop there). But for whatever reason, unbeknownst to me, I've grown a strong affection for this cheap, little ring. I wear it all the time, for every occasion, always on the same hand, always on the same finger. The weird thing about this ring is...