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 →
My Roots are Here
I kinda like this picture. I’m not sure why and it’s probably not one that should be blog-worthy, but then again, perhaps that’s the very thing that makes it blog-worthy: I… Read more My Roots are Here →
Ollivander’s Wand Shop
Not so long ago, we were standing in the cobblestone Diagon Alley. It was a dream come true for Hannah. She drank her Butter Beer while contemplating which wand from… Read more Ollivander’s Wand Shop →
write 2020 (olw)
It’s strange times, which is probably the only thing that propelled me back to this space. You see, some people got ahold of my last post and splattered it over… Read more write 2020 (olw) →
forty-two.
Today, I am forty-two. I had to bump around the calculations to figure out the correct age. I lost track around 29. I know that seems cliche, but it wasn’t… Read more forty-two. →