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I watch them through my viewfinder. He stands there unable to speak, lifts his glasses, wipes his eyes. It’s so stunning I can barely watch it,…
I watch them through my viewfinder. He stands there unable to speak, lifts his glasses, wipes his eyes. It’s so stunning I can barely watch it,…
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…
There is partnership, and there is partnership within the walls of parenthood. Both tell very different stories. Some days, it seems as though the kids are…