Wrangler Dani

I beat my husband at Chess last night. This may be the first and only time that this ever happens… but I am reveling in it while I can. EDIT

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

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.

It’s 2 degrees outside. The menfolk are making sure the pump’s not freezing, fixing something or other with laughter and insulated gloves and a dog at their feet. The girls

Editor’s note: Sorry for the rambling nature of this post, I just started writing without a topic in mind and this is what came. Now you know what I think

It’s officially Christmas time and I’m officially stoked about it. Hence the yearly Christmas Question Survey! These are always interesting, right? Have you been naughty or nice this year? What