tiny million pieces…
I sat on a blue, velvet recliner and listened to my best friend articulately describe the pain she was feeling. Her dreams—in her words—were in a million tiny pieces. She leapt through the air in front of thousands of people at the Olympic trials and...desertology session one…
It’s Friiiiiiiday! You know what that means? It’s pay day! It’s the start of the weekend! It’s cheat day if you’re on a diet! It’s catch-up-on-sleep-you-missed-during-the-week day! But it also means it’s time for another...
a random mix for freedom, breathing, and not caring…
I have an open mind, open heart, and open mouth when it comes to new things. I also believe you should always give something a second shot. Whether it’s trying a new dish or trying on a new shoe, give it another go-around. However, my post-modern, free-loving,...
tap, poke, scrape: excavation of our hearts…
It’s been twenty years. Everything felt fine. It wasn’t until my dentist requested an x-ray that things got complicated. Tap, tap. Poke. Scrape. But twenty years unraveled in nothing more than twenty minutes of sitting in his automatic chair. Bianca,...
top ten reasons why i love my dad…
David Letterman spawned my insane love of top ten lists. I make them for virtually anything. If I’m in love with something, I make a top ten list of why I should take it behind the school and make out with it. If I’m annoyed with a conversation, I make a...
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.]
