You can do hard things

You can do hard things

My mom has always told me that I can do hard things. She tells me I can stop the chattering in my teeth during a panic attack. She tells me I can stay calm at dinner with my aunt, who has made it abundantly clear for almost 21 years that I am an obligation, not a niece. I heard mom’s words in my head when I left The Quinnipiac Chronicle at the end of my sophomore year. My position on the editorial board was one of one: I was the first female spo…