a recipe for me
Even though the world demands love to be public and showy, I know that true love runs much deeper and quieter.
Commencement 2020
Hannah was near the end of her kindergarten year when she joined our forever family. She was overly sweet and an expert at using the nurse pass. Hannah is a survivor… Read more Commencement 2020 →
a quest
In the summer weeks leading up to our wedding, Andy and I spent time with our parents. I remember wanting to be around them before things changed irrevocably. No longer… Read more a quest →
childhood encounter with weather (no. 2)
At the frog pond, circa 1985. “Go get the stink blown off of you,” Mom said, and Jeff, my younger brother, and I high-tailed it out the backdoor. We jumped… Read more childhood encounter with weather (no. 2) →
do i love?
I’ve been reading Handling the Truth: On the Writing of Memoir by Beth Kephart. Often I read like a wolf eats, ravenous and quick. I’ve been speeding along until I… Read more do i love? →
dependent on the heart
Early on, when the stay-at-home order was first issued, we had lots of talks around our dinner table about how this is a new normal. We would not be falling… Read more dependent on the heart →
Museum of Me
Christy Rush-Levine shared her Museum of Me on her blog, interstice. I loved it for many reasons. First, I admire Christy for the creative and diverse ways she uses mentors… Read more Museum of Me →
timeline project: mid-point review
I knew it was a dangerous decision to write about spiderwebs. I broke the momentum of the timeline project and now I do not want to return. I like writing… Read more timeline project: mid-point review →