I’m ready to write a bunch of crappy stuff.

I deleted my Instagram account a while back. Not deleted the app off my phone, like deep dive, do it from a web browser, face the blue “Are you super duper sure you wanna do this?” button. It was my only regular writing outlet. I had established a good rhythm: three posts a week–one about

What I Would Have Said at Graduation

The weirdest thing happened senior year. I was chosen as a student speaker for graduation. No no no, that’s not the weird part. I was in speech and plays and used to speaking in front of people, so that part made sense. It got weird when I suddenly wasn’t on the speaking list anymore. (Which

My Sister, Gladys

I didn’t grow up having a sister. My brother is great (and I can say that now that we’re grownups!), but there’s something about watching sisters that has always made my heart yearn. You can see their shorthand–in language or facial expression–that ends in a knowing giggle, even though no one else understands the joke.

Book Review: How to Manage Your Home Without Losing Your Mind

Do you ever feel like an idea is chasing you? Like when you buy a new car and suddenly see that make and model everywhere? I’m being hit over and over again by the idea of assigning tasks to days of the week. I read a post somewhere about Ma Ingalls and her ditty about

Laying a Foundation of Security

“Mom, my friend asked me what’s going to happen to our house when you get divorced,” my oldest asked me in a whisper as the other kids ran past us from the backyard to the playroom. Matt and I are not getting divorced. We are never getting divorced. We do not even use that word