Ahhh…SEPTEMBER. I have been writing a post in my head for the past several weeks titled The Fresh Start of September or something like that. As the name implies, this rambling collection of words was going to describe how, like a school girl wearing shiny new loafers on the first…
In a few weeks, I will turn another year older. It isn’t a milestone birthday, which means it is generally one of those birthdays that blends in with all the rest and is both awesome and inconsequential at the same time. It is one of the “something” birthdays. A…
Every day, it becomes a little bit clearer just how little I know – as a parent, as a writer, as a woman. Just when I think I might have things figured out, the universe decides to throw me a curve ball and shake things up a bit. And lest…
Fairly early on in our marriage, my husband and I made the mutual decision – the merits of which I am not looking to hash out in this article – that one of us would stay home with our children while they were young. For several reasons, I assumed…
It seems that the sky is, in fact, falling. Well, not necessarily the sky, but the ceiling. To be specific, the ceiling in our living room. The ceiling in our living room is falling. This is, as you might have guessed, not a good thing. Our sky-is-falling debacle started a…
Photo Credit: Angie McMonigal Photography “Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad.” — “As Good As It Gets” “Life is hard sometimes, yea?” my friend wrote in a text last week. “Very hard,” I wrote back. We…