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
It was quiet. That’s all I remember. I don’t remember what day it was, or anything else that happened that day. I don’t remember what book I was reading or what kind of tea I was sipping on. But I remember it was quiet. A quiet moment in a loud chapter. My mind was quiet. … More Keep This
“You’re cool and all, but your friend started texting me, and well…” *extremely detailed and graphic text about “last night” followed by, “Sorry, I meant to send that to someone else.” “God thinks that we should break up.” “You know how at the beginning of the semester we were both virgins… well I’m not anymore.” … More Northern Stars- And What They Lead Us To
I hate to workout. There’s nothing more to it. I don’t enjoy it, my body hates me while I do it, and the only way I can finish m run is if I listen to “If You’re Going Through Hell” for the last quarter mile. I played soccer for most of my life, and once … More Butterfly Opportunities
About two weeks ago I deleted my secret “I do” page on Pinterest, all of it. I deleted a wide selection of cakes, entrées, decorations, dresses, rings, cocktails, song lists, and everything else I once thought would be essential for my big day. Every single pin was gone in the click of one button. Why? … More I DO not
I’m a worrier, like a lose hours of sleep kind of worrier. Everything just seems a little more life or death than it actually is at two in the morning. But that’s just me. I worry. I’m at a time in my life where I, and those around me, care so much about things that, … More Who Cares?
If only someone was there with a camera to capture the look on my mother’s face when she saw it. It was Christmas, and I was home for the first time since I had left for college in August. Her eyes drew to it like a magnet. It was quite possibly the first thing she … More Saved, but Not Waiting
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