Life is fast around here these days. This week is a bit slower, at least for me, because I have a break between classes. Nate and I knew that choosing to do grad school at the same time with a tiny babe would be a bit chaotic (okay, a lot chaotic). But here we are,… Continue reading These are the days of perseverance.
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
33 weeks ago (according to Instagram), I wrote the following: Little did I know, nor did I realize right away, that the words, “It’s good to be home,” would be attached to this place. …And yet, here we are, answering with love to the question, “How do you like Winston-Salem?” I am thankful for each… Continue reading Oh, My Sweet Carolina: One Year Later
I sit in front of my computer to re-read this post I wrote in February 2013 when I injured myself training for a half-marathon my senior year of college. As I read, my chest tightens with frustration edging on cynicism. Because 21-year-old me wrote about healing. And 24-year-old me asks, “Healing? What healing? There has been no… Continue reading Thoughts on an Endless Recurrence
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