“If you care about something you have to protect it. If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live
“If you care about something you have to protect it. If you’re lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live
First off, I’m sorry, lovelies. For though I know that reading this blog may not (shockingly enough) be the highlight of your existence, I do feel bad for having left
I’ve been thinking about life lately, about the relative smallness or largeness of it, and the things that make me frustrated or hold me back or keep me flirting with
So, I was going to write an incredibly bloated list of peaks and pits and everything I loved about last year and how very awesome marriage is and holy cow
Hello lovelies. No, I haven’t disappeared, at least not entirely. We’re in the backwoods, doncha know, drinking coffee and snuggling up to the fireplace and hiking through snowdrifts and petting
That’s really the only way I can describe it this year. I feel like all the holidays got together and decided that a sneak attack would be the best possible
Hello, my friends. The last time I talked to you I was 25 years old. Now I am 26. Let that sink in a moment. Nearer to 30 than 20.
Please, please, please. If your car is white, gray, blue or any close relative of the color of rain, TURN YOUR LIGHTS ON. PLEASE. This is as much for you
“Was” being the operative word. Last night, I thought our flimsy little beach house was going to come a-tumbling down, like the island huts on stilts that crash over in
“Write without pay until somebody offers pay; if nobody offers within three years, sawing wood is what you were intended for.” Mark Twain