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A Gentle Reminder
Today was the day my routine was starting up again. It was 6:30 in the morning and my husband was heading to work for the first time in 11 days. 6:30 shouldn’t be too early for me, but it was. I told him the night before I would need some gentle coaxing to get up,…
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So That He is Greater
In the third grade, I told a group of my friends that the house my parents had just bought was a “quarter mansion.” This was intended to be a brag. Perhaps the McDonald’s Quarter Pounder had recently launched, but in my head, this was the best way to describe how huge my new house was.…
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Dinner at Grandma’s
I recently had the honor of helping my grandparents pack up their home of 30+ years as they moved into independent living housing. Specifically, my grandma and I tackled the main bedroom’s closet – and it was a job. Clothes are emotional. The smell of my grandparents’ closet is one I wish I could bottle…
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The Seat with a View: Thoughts on 8 Years of Marriage
My husband always makes sure I have the seat with a view. At a restaurant, movie theatre, ride on a boat, spot on the couch. He always makes sure my view is better. He will stare at the bathroom sign or the bar cart or a brick pillar or the door to the kitchen so…
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Waves and Breakers: My Story with Mental Illness
My parents dropped me at the psychiatrist’s office, a special delivery, when I was about to turn 18. I was absolutely terrified, but I didn’t want them with me. I wore shiny black Payless heels because I needed to make sure the doctor knew I was different than all the other people that end up…
