Oh hey, hiiii. It’s been a while. I wish I could say I haven’t written in ages because it’s summer break and I’ve been traveling, or taking a reading break (that’s a real thing writers do, right?), but the truth is, it’s hard to concentrate with a 10 year-old practicing her soccer rainbow with a … More Off the list
Today is not our anniversary. It is not your birthday, or mine, or anyone else’s. There’s no holiday to observe, nothing in particular to celebrate. It is just Wednesday, and I want to tell you something. To say things have been busy lately–and by lately I mean the last 2-3 years–is an understatement. There may have … More It’s Wednesday
When I was a little kid I used to sit for hours in my mom’s old bedroom in my grandparents’ house, at the foot of a dresser that is now in my own guest room, and look at old pictures. The bottom two drawers of that dresser were full to overflowing with photographs, and I … More Magic
We need to talk. Actually, scratch that. I don’t mean it. It’s a euphemism, and for me, in this moment, it means I am going to say some stuff. In print. Not out loud. Because I am…not good at that, per se. Let me explain. For as long as I can remember I have been … More #awkward
A few times a year–Super Bowl time and NCAA basketball tourney time, in particular–I start seeing posts on Facebook shaming “bandwagon fans.” And every year I get ruffled over this, and I start a post expressing my annoyance, and it inevitably becomes too long for Facebook and I abandon it and dump my complaints on my … More Circle the Wagons: Part 1
I am listening to my Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors playlist on repeat as I will the toaster to toast the bread faster so our son will cease making that noise. You know the one. It cannot be described. But my ears are not bleeding yet, so there is hope. There’s steam pouring out of … More To my husband on our 3rd anniversary:
It is 4 a.m. I went to bed with what I told Trent was “discomfort,” but now the pain in my abdomen is the stuff epidural requests during labor are made of. I know, because I have made those requests, and they were granted quickly, so I have never actually felt this kind of protracted … More Wait. See.
A few weekends ago we went to a cookout at the home of one of Trent’s coworkers. As usual, we were the picture of A Family Who Has It Together: I was on the brink of heat exhaustion in the sweater I’d purchased earlier that day and had to wear, not only because it was … More The Right Choice