One month earlier… I rarely write at night. This occasion is unique because Nate came home for dinner only to return to the office for the evening. He’ll be back before too long. Perhaps this is a chance for me to empathize with the wives of night-shift husbands. The apartment is almost quiet and almost… Continue reading Light In the Well
A purple and green box used to sit on a dresser in my childhood bedroom full of passed notes, birthday cards, scribbled lyrics and poems, love letters, and juvenile memories. In another room, piles of middle and high school journals sat, dusty. Those journals were filled to the brim with years of teenage spirit and drama, moments… Continue reading Why I Stopped Journaling
It’s been a while. It’s been months, actually. It’s been week after week of constant motion and emotion. It’s been days – hours – minutes of looking back to the past and forward to the future, and most of all, learning to be content in the present. But overall, it’s been good. The biggest news… Continue reading Fear of the Pen
Minutes ago I finished the last few chapters of “The Help” by Kathryn Stockett. Everyone has heard of this book. I don’t know why I avoided reading it for so long. I have my brother, Tim, to thank for giving it to me as a Christmas present this past year. I haven’t seen the movie… Continue reading The Help
For those of you who don’t know, I kept a blog while I was abroad in Aix-en-Provence, France this past spring. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to start this one where I can write about anything and everything and hope (fingers crossed) that maybe someone will find something of importance or amusement… Continue reading Write On.