For the longest time, I tried to make excuses. I figured that there had to be more. Why? Because nothing made sense. I lived everyday with this confusion hanging over my head and the belief that somehow, somewhere this would all make sense. But I'm tired of making excuses and I'm tired of trying to… Continue reading All In
Where are you, Baby? Still somewhere choosing your words carefully, I presume? There's a hole here in this big house. It feels even bigger than normal. There are things I'd like to do with you. I'd like to cook an extravagant dinner with you, music playing, and candles burning. I'd like to argue debate pointless &… Continue reading Things I Would Like To Do . . .
Dear Future Husband, There's a prayer I'm praying right now. It's really the same thing over and over. I am praying for you. I'm praying we can somehow get past this wall that appears to be in front of us now. I pray nothing will stand in our way. I pray you'll find me, see… Continue reading Run & Never Tire
Brushing a girl's hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs. - Atticus I'm writing a love story. I thought I was stuck. Last weekend, I thought I'd never get past this mess of my own heart. The pieces still broken - fearing hope. But the… Continue reading A Love Story in Progress
Dear Future Husband, It's Valentine's Day. It's a day I like to make fun of since I'm here alone and you're . . . there doing whatever it is you're doing (torturing me with all this waiting). Though I am a true and sometimes hopeless romantic, I hope we'll find romance in the normal, nothing… Continue reading What is Romance, Anyway?
When I was a little girl, I used to dream up love stories. It's a curse, I tell you. It has followed me past 40 and right on into my 42nd year. Except now I write the love stories instead of just dreaming of them. When you write love stories, you should probably find a way to… Continue reading A Love Story
Love, We don't need to parse words. It doesn't depend on what the meaning of is, is. I'll say what needs to be said when you pick & choose your words carefully. I have had enough of picking words carefully to last a lifetime. You know what not to say. I'll say what should be… Continue reading You Know What Not To Say
Dear Future Husband, I have this weird tendency to spill water or coffee down the front of me when I'm drinking. It's usually at the worst possible time - like when I'm in a meeting, a formal event, or when I'm trying to appear cool. My Grandpa would have said I had a hole in… Continue reading Dear Future Husband
Every little girl dreams of her knight in shining armor. I certainly did (okay, I still do). I can honestly remember being in Kindergarten and weaving fairy tales about the man who would fall in love with me and make me his princess. Maybe not literally his princess - but his princess just the same.… Continue reading Fairy Tales
I used to think, when I was a little girl, that some Prince Charming type (he, of course, loved football, Jesus, and politics) would stride into my life, sweep me off my feet, and then? We would live happy-ish forever, with our house full of kids, somewhere near Washington, D.C. (my dreams are very specific).… Continue reading Prince Charming and Happy-ish Ever After