When I was younger, my father told me my freckles were angel kisses.
“Why do I have so many?” I asked, looking up at his similarly freckled face.
My body was covered in them, coated head to toe in hundreds of wood-colored polka dots.
“The angels must really like you,” he replied.
That was one of the many days my parents instilled confidence in me; confidence to take on the big, the bold, the previously unmastered. They encouraged me to try new things, even if – especially if – I would fail and learn.
So here are my thoughts for you. As a 20-something journalist navigating the world of journalism, activism, love, family, friendship, travel, health and more.
Hopefully my thoughts can be your freckles, your angel kisses, to provide information, insight and inspiration.
Forever your freckled friend,
Natalie Pate
Natalie Pate 