I have recently begun to spend time in my own pain. This is not a natural thing for me. This is not a natural thing for most people, particularly those of my generation. We live in a world where distractions are around every corner. We live in a world where we can meticulously link together … More Me and These Emotions
People say we have a story to tell. One day, we sat down and wrote out the whole timeline of Andrew’s cancer. We wrote a month to month rendition of everything that has gone down from original diagnoses to the most recent prognosis. We spared no details because the details are ingrained in us. We … More How We Choose to Tell a Hard Story
26 years ago today, my husband and I were both forming in our mothers’ stomachs. I get it, no one needs the visual or the biology lesson, but hang with me here. I am 28 days older than Andrew. When I think about that, when I think about the fact that we were both being … More Unravel Me
“When you’re dreaming with a broken heart. The waking up is the hardest part.” Those lyrics just hit differently when you’re thirteen years old and someone tells you that the boy you were “talking to” was caught canoodling with your best friend behind the big white slide at the local water park… Needless to say, … More Dreaming With a Broken Heart
Nearly two years of marriage, and I still load the dishwasher incorrectly. My husband and I agree on a lot of things. We both agree that vanilla ice cream is far superior to chocolate. We both agree that Olive Garden’s soup and salad deal is the best lunchtime value for two. We both agree that … More Not on My Husband’s Pedestal
I like books. I don’t think this is a secret. I have a book of the month membership, I look at Goodreads more than I do Instagram, and I have more butterflies when I walk into a bookstore than I did on my first date with my husband. I put a lot of time and … More Mirrored Identity
“May you always be kind to each other. May your house be filled with much laughter. And may the desire of your hearts always be to sing the other person’s song.” -Mark Timm (August 4, 2018) I don’t hate my husband. I also don’t understand why modern culture seems to believe that I should. Culture, … More Singing Someone Else’s Song
I only opened one book this month. If you were looking my usual first Wednesday of the Month book review blog where I review all 5-10 books I read this month, this isn’t that… well not exactly. I’m happy to review the one book of books that I did read…except you have probably already read … More Finding Out What YOU Believe in Battle
I don’t want to go skydiving. I’ve never really wanted to, and I don’t know if I ever will. In truth, there are a lot of “bucket list” items out there that I don’t really have any interest in doing. There are so many places to travel, so many things to do, so many sites … More My Bucket List
Today I cried over a happy memory. I’ve found that this is happening more frequently as I get older and life gets more complicated. Today my husband said, “Do you remember when we went to that Cubs game?” I nodded, smiled at the memory, before turning my attention back to my work. “Do you remember … More Refined in Days of Trial
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