Finger Tied
If there is one thing I’ve learned about myself in these many years of writing, it’s that the words do not come easily to me in times of crisis. I w...
If there is one thing I’ve learned about myself in these many years of writing, it’s that the words do not come easily to me in times of crisis. I w...
The trip to St. Louis was a heady mixture of highs and lows. I want to record them because I might need a little reminding if we try to go again next year. THE ...
{I wrote this the Friday before I found out my aunt died; it felt disingenuous to put it up that following week. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since t...
I’m only three weeks into my break from FB, but I’ve been thinking a lot about what it’s like to be away. I will admit, the first week I suffe...
I knew March was going to kick my ass. It is doing just that. Only four more days until my spring break. I’m digging in my heals and just trying to get th...
Christmas is over, andĀ I’m looking toward the new year. I love new years, new beginnings, clean slates, a chance to start fresh. At least I used to. It...
I’ve burnt a lot of bridges in my seven years of blogging. Some of them went up spectacularly for everyone to see. Others flared in the night, when no one...
About a month ago, my husband and I had a horribleĀ conversation that left me terrified. It was one of the first times in my life where I felt more sure that we ...
I’ve been dealing with some stuff on the friendship front that I’ve really wanted to work through here but I feel that I can’t. I don’t ...
A couple days ago I sat in the car in my school’s parking lot, messing around on my phone, when I saw this. I don’t subscribe to TimeHop or anything...