I have an old friend, as most of us do. She and I are a few months apart in age, and our parents were friends long before we came on
I have an old friend, as most of us do. She and I are a few months apart in age, and our parents were friends long before we came on
So I know I’m a bit of a broken record. I’ve probably lost half my readership, because all I do anymore is talk about how in love I am with
I love the rain. It makes me feel inspired and grateful and snuggly. I want to run through it, splash in it, stay out of it, wear thick socks, watch
“Quit thinking about it,” Adam said, “And just write.” He’s sent me brainstorming tips, bothered me when I’m browsing facebook, and insisted that I’m genius, creative, totally capable of being
For waking up next to the love of my life EVERY DAY. It’s like Christmas every morning! For pictures on Facebook For good, fresh-ground coffee every morning, made by my
L-R: Donna, Kirsten, Kisha, Julie, Val (kneeling), Ashley, Chelsea, me, Megan. Here’s to the best wedding party a bride could ask for. Loyal, joyful, kind, gracious and just the girls
Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
Or, rather, a very tight knot with butterflies flittering around it, totally carefree of the impact this makes on my already agitated insides. My dress is hanging in Donna’s closet.
Adam has long encouraged me to write more, and like the true cheering squad he is, has lofty aspirations of my writing the Next Great American Work now that I’m
I’m sitting on Adam’s couch, which will soon be my couch, looking at empty Crate and Barrel boxes and unwritten thank-you notes strewn about the house, trying to concentrate on