for the holidays.…
Six years ago today, I had been married for just a day. …
I was a runner in high school. Yes, I was a proud member of the group that said things like “my sport is your sport’s punishment” (don’t ask me why that was cool–did it make us tough?)…
After Gimme! we went to Cafe Grumpy. I didn’t take any pictures because (TMI warning) Macia had a stinky diaper and we needed to find some place to change her and I was thirsty but didn’t want any more …
I think Macia, by far, had the most fun at Gimme! coffee. The inside of the cafe was so small that, with a wiggly toddler, it only made sense to drink our coffee outside. A bit chilly, but there was …
“You shouldn’t hang knit ties, Wifey, because they stretch out. You have to roll them and store them that way,” he says.…
I am restless.
The future is a big mish-mash of mostly-certain and less-certain and not-certain-at-all.…
One week ago, my younger sister’s boyfriend asked her to marry him. She may, perhaps, have been furious with me, even in her ecstatic joy, when I admitted that I knew about it (well) ahead of time. …
Sitting in the sunny window seat of a cafe last week, glancing outside between sips of my cappuccino and notes to my husband on chat, I saw a young man hanging around in front of the cafe. …
I am in a mood. And this song about sums it up. This last week without my husband is already one of the hardest weeks of the summer. And it’s only Monday.…
Being apart from Taylor has made me realize how much a part of me he is. I am more than just Anne with him; my identity seems prone to shifting without his anchoring presence near me.
It’s not that I …
Mass this Sunday was my first of the summer without Taylor. Last week we were in California together. The week before, Seattle. It was a strange feeling, surrounded by people but sitting by myself. …