“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
“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
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
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
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
My birthday falls at a very unfortunate time of year, when you’re buying gifts for everybody in Creation and going to parties and way too busy, and then here I
Ladies and Gentlemen, readers all: I am now officially in my mid-twenties. A quarter-century. The age my grandma was when she was relentlessly called an Old Maid, a story she’s
(Thank God it’s Friday ‘Cuz I Don’t Think I Can Take Anymore) This week at work was a lil’ dramatic. Freak-outs happened, scary phone calls were made and we all
At Christmastime, it’s easy to get frustrated by the refusal to join in and bring “tidings of comfort and joy”. This is a thoughtful response to an often exascerbating reality.