a second shot at our first holy communion…
We knew we wanted a special element to the ceremony; something to include the kids and solidify our marriage not as two becoming one, but as four becoming a family. In theory, it was holy and right and intentionally inclusive. In reality, it was a disaster. Set in the...
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...
belching, flatulence, and being real…
Okay, seriously people, I don’t care how tight we are or how much you value being “real,” I don’t want to hear you pass any form of gas from any orifice on your body. At all. Ever. Furthermore, I don’t even want to talk about. The topic...
book reviews…
Maybe I have obsessive compulsive disorder [read: I do have obsessive compulsive disorder], but I read multiple books at once. I look at it like a meal: some protein, some carbs, and some sugar [because really, Sugar Busters was the in diet of the 90s, but who besides...
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.]
