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 . . .
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, 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
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