Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
It feels like February today. Today is President’s Day, a fact that I’d forgotten until Adam came home for lunch bearing a mini rose plant for me, declaring it his
Adam turned 27 yesterday. Unfortunately, I missed the boat and didn’t write an “I love my husband” post for the occasion, so I thought I’d try it today, with a
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
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
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