A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
A couple of years ago I did a lot of thinking about hope. I obsessed over what hope was, whether it was mere optimism or wish-come-true, or if it was
Dear Betty, I had to write you, in hopes that you’ll take time out of whipping Heaven into shape to read my scattered thoughts. After all, you always had time
The sky is a dirty tan, the color of chocolate milk made by a zealously health-conscious aunt. Headlights make woeful smears in the palpable air like the lamplighters of a
A by no-means-exhaustive list of things my darling girl likes, right now: McDonald’s, swimming, putting things on her Christmas list, flippy sequin shirts, excessive body spray, being tickled, unicorns of
(I just read Ross Gay’s The Book of Delights which was an absolute JOY. Lately I’ve been a little crabby so I thought I’d take a cue from Professor Gay
This year, I’ve read quite a few pieces about being conflicted about the celebration of Independence Day, and the USA in general. “The 4th of July is complicated for me
My kids wake up at 5:30 these days, they are just too excited for the day to begin to spend one more minute in a cocoon of comfort. By 6
The wind is howling today. The rattle and wheeze of it against our creaky house woke our little guy early this morning, and when Adam got ready for work in
I bought a new chair last week. I’ve long hated my old one and I’ve long wanted a reading nook in the corner of my living room. I’ve not added
Y’all I’m so tired, because this weekend we had TWO fundraisers. The first was for my beloved barn, our therapeutic riding center. It’s a shindig that we spend all year