when no one seems to care…
The sun was setting over rolling hills of green, casting an orange glow in the air. Music played in the distance and there was a skip in my step to the melodic wheeze of an accordion. Walking through Olympic park with Matt on our last night in Berlin was not only...
15 minutes…
Question: If you had 15 minutes to share with the generation of tomorrow [ages 13-18], what would you tell them as they head into the next school year? Answer: [It’s all you! Open slate. I need suggestions and I rely on you for ideas. It felt so simple, but now...why men are happier people…
When my mother sends me an email with the subject line: Fwd: Re: Re: Fwd: Re: Fwd: Fwd: Re: [title], I usually just delete it. Seriously, if I get another chain letter threatening bad luck if I don’t forward this to 15 beautiful friends or else I will be cursed...
365 days…
Dearest Matthew, 365 days later, I’m still here. Endless sunsets, thousands of heartbeats, millions of seconds passed, I’m still here. Through meltdowns and delayed flights and missed expectations and fits of laughter and moments of tears, I’m still...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
