We sat down most mornings since February and I could only muster up a paltry offering of, “Here I am.” I gathered the crumbs of my life lived the day before, the life I lived in college, the life I lived as a toddler and I spilled them out on the page – somehow these […]
Jeremy always said he married the right woman for the military. Which you would find funny if you were there, on that strained night when I locked myself in my closet so my roommate could not hear. I picked up the phone and cried and told my boyfriend that I can’t get past one thing, […]
Last week I did not get our table post up. It’s because I was waiting on news. And we just got it. But lets start here: This past July Beau and I went to L.A. While part of it was a vacation the other part was a secret mission. Could this be our new home? […]
*I’m writing this letter to Beau on his birthday. The idea first came from reading the Marriage Letters that Seth and Amber Haines write on the first of every month. Before we started dating, when we were just getting to know each other, there was this one night I couldn’t fall asleep. I was up thinking about […]
Cold and blurry days always call for soup! This one is enjoyed deeply because it gets you out of the kitchen fast and onto the floor by the fireplace. Sitting picnic style with loved ones, gulping down warm, hearty morsels of soup. This white chicken chili is like one big bowl of invitation. To slow down. […]
I start with this salad at most gatherings. And the comments, “This dressing is so good. What’s in it?” Eventually turn into, “So will you please pray for me? Because this day has been hard.” And that’s why food is important. It answers the question, “Will I eat?” so the bigger questions can be asked. […]
I wrote this post last Thursday when Florida came under a cold front. Then Beau came home for the weekend and we cooked and ate and slept it. We attempted a 1,000 piece puzzle and laughed a lot. It was brilliant. So I forgot about this post. But here it is. Also, Florida is sunny […]
She strikes again. Almost a year later. “She” being the words, the writer, the other companion I have. But she’s neglected. And she knows it. Sorry, luv. Too much happened this year. Reflection almost became an enemy to survival. But, I do miss you. Please come back. See, here is what’s happening: I don’t feel […]
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