365 long short days later…

Dear Uncle Mike, I don’t know how to start this letter.  If I’m being truthful, just the thought of writing it had my stomach hurting all morning.  It’s one thing to think these thoughts internally, pray my prayers in the morning…but I can physically feel the weight on my chest as I write it out.  My hope is, I’ll write it, others will read it, … Continue reading 365 long short days later…

The beauty and total weird-ness of “engaged”

So for those of you that are late to the party… I’m engaged. Yes, I know. Start praying to your God because the apocalypse is near.  Ha. But really. Thirty-one days ago, I said “Yes” to a guy who kneeled down beside our bed with a big diamond ring.  While I sat there, makeup-less and sporting bulldog pajama pants, completely stunned.  It was without a … Continue reading The beauty and total weird-ness of “engaged”

Light the Night.

http://pages.lightthenight.org/mi/AnnArbor17/RWilliams When I was 7 years old, my best friend was diagnosed with leukemia.  Of course, being so young, I had no idea what that meant.  But I could tell by the look on my parents’ faces and her parents’ faces, it wasn’t good.  Elizabeth and I met in pre-school.  Shortly after, our mothers got us involved in the same dance company, where we would … Continue reading Light the Night.

the celebration and devastation of time…

This morning hurts.  I can feel it already even though it’s only 8AM.  It hurts like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.  I’m not really sure how to begin explaining it because it’s highly possible that no one will relate.  But maybe some of you will.  I have been trying to find the words for what I’m feeling for weeks … Continue reading the celebration and devastation of time…

everything in the middle of nowhere.

It’s a weird thing. I have literally thought to myself and/or said out loud to others, “I really feel like blogging” and yet… nothing.  For quite awhile now. That is always a huge indicator for me.  I write when I have something that needs to be said.  When the desire to write my heart, read it back, and allow myself to process is more overwhelming … Continue reading everything in the middle of nowhere.

What is mine…

Yards.  Lawns. People take such pride in them, right?  Mowing, watering, landscaping, gardening.  Personally, I never got into it.  However, I do remember how I enjoyed using my push lawn mower in my first rental house. **See photo below for proof** I was about 21 years old, renting a one bedroom, 500 square foot house on a dead end street in East Nashville.  Mowing my lawn was my way of … Continue reading What is mine…

“I talked myself out of it.”

It’s 2AM and I can’t sleep. There is nothing particularly wrong.  Sometimes the brain just wants to create…and in my case, that means I’m writing. It’s been over a month since my last blog.  I’ve thought about sitting down and writing every single day since then.  I’d take my laptop in the car with me wherever I’d go…including a couple trips to Nashville in December and … Continue reading “I talked myself out of it.”

Silenced.

I will never, in my lifetime, forget December 2, 2010. I was sleeping in bed alongside my “work-in-progress” boyfriend at the time, in my blue bedroom, in my new house in Hermitage, TN.  I woke up to my phone vibrating on the nightstand.  I picked it up and immediately saw a photo of a baby in an incubator, all 19 inches and 7 lbs 4 oz of him.  The … Continue reading Silenced.