The Final Say
I watch him pack Georgie into the car. He throws her into the air once, twice. She shrieks with joy. He leans down, puts her into…
I watch him pack Georgie into the car. He throws her into the air once, twice. She shrieks with joy. He leans down, puts her into…
It’s been so long since I’ve had the rush of sitting down at a blank screen and typing to you — the longest span of time,…
In my first year of marriage, these are some of the thoughts I had: Is it meant to be this hard? Am I really cut out…
Popping in super quick today with a big fat HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY, HUSBAND. Joel: Has it really only been a year? He totally loves being married…
In a billion dollar industry which makes money selling us false stories, this is how we’re told it goes: You wait for The One. You fall…
I’ve always thought that I should create this rule in life where I shouldn’t talk or write about anything I could never do justice. There are some things…
Well, goodness. Rather long radio silence there. Sorry about that. Popping in tonight to interrupt this little blogging sabbatical with a lovely bit of news. In the…
Joel and I are at the cherry stage of partnership, where if nine months was full term – the size of a plump watermelon – our…
If Joel had a motto, it would be this: Life is what happens when you leave the house. Of his many radical ideas, this is at…
When I was little, I longed to be sixteen. Like it was then that I’d finally be cool and pretty and worldly. When I was sixteen,…