I’m convinced I have the messiest handwriting of any twenty-something blonde girl on God's green earth. Think I’m kidding? I had to grade my own papers in elementary school. This was a big insecurity of mine for quite a while, and it always baffled me. No matter how hard I tried, it always just came out…messy. Like literal chicken scratches. I yearned for the neat, curlicue penmanship my friends had. I wanted to be the kind of girl that dotted I’s with hearts and crossed T’s with straight lines. It’s only been within the last couple years I’ve finally owned this part of myself. 

You see, I have a busy mind. One that goes 100 miles-per-hour, no brakes. I joke my handwriting is such a mess because my fingers can’t possibly keep up with the pace of my brain. True, maybe. But I know this for certain: If I don’t write things down, I’ll forget—or they at least grow muddled. To me, a blank page will always be equal parts intimidating and freeing—the one thing that rouses and settles my messy mind all at once.

Without further ado, welcome to my corner of the internet: My name is Morgan Durick, and I graduated from Iowa State University with a bachelor’s degree in journalism and mass communication. I am the oldest of four siblings, have one dog named Hank and another named Hippo, and I was born and raised in Des Moines, Iowa. (It's more than cornfields, I promise.) I'm utterly fascinated by people and wildly passionate about tellings stories. I believe every person has one worth sharing, and nothing brings me greater joy than putting it to words. Let’s find yours together.