The one where I make a big announcement (because it’s never too late to begin)

350 words. This is what being brave means for me this morning. 

After years of running away from the inevitable, I have finally started writing my book! For years, I’ve thought a lot about writing a memoir, but I always stopped short of beginning it, citing a litany of reasons (time, money, energy, inspiration) why I can’t. But today, I’m turning “I can’t” into “I will.”

Because I’m full of stories, and they deserve to … Read the rest

finding faith: part iii (the works of my hands)

this december, i will be 33 years old–and i’m quite sure that i still have no idea what i want to be when i grow up.

i’ve lived many lives up until this point, and i believe i’ve lived them well (to the best of my ability, anyway). something about this new one, though; it feels different somehow.

i’ve worked since i was fourteen years old, even earlier if you count all those under-the-table babysitting … Read the rest

finding faith: part i

it is late-September here, which means we’re in that mysterious time of the in-between place–the days are still warm, but they’re also getting shorter; summer is struggling to hang on, but the truth is we’re on the cusp of colder winds and leaves too near death to remain on their branches.

autumn is my favorite time of year, and i always find myself eager to rush my way through the other months to get … Read the rest

the turning of the tides

a couple days ago on social media, i posted a picture of my son and i taken during his early morning nap. for the caption, i used some stream-of-consciousness writing to describe the season of transition i currently find myself in as i practice learning how to mother my tiny boy::

at this time last year, i was an almost-married 31 year old, living in Philly, starting my first semester of grad school and teaching

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one word 2016:: grow.


in lieu of new year’s resolutions (and to show support and solidarity with the #oneword365 movement), i’ve spent the last several januarys of my life carefully choosing a word that i hope will shape the coming year. this is perfect for me for a couple different reasons:

a) it doesn’t lock me into anything. selecting a word over a resolution is open-ended. it leaves room for mistakes and loose ends, and it allows the … Read the rest

the long way home

a few weeks ago, i had a dream. one of those dreams that stays with you, not just into the waking hours, but days later. some dreams are just that–dreams, nothing more. but this one… i remain convinced this one meant something, means something still.

in my dream, i was at a graduation of sorts. i was waiting backstage in my cap and gown, ready to walk across the stage and into a new future. … Read the rest

lovely

this one’s for the women, i think.

see, i’ve felt this stirring in my soul for weeks now. it’s truth, but it’s a hard truth, one that’s easy to forget, easy to let slip away. still, it will not let me go–that’s the thing about truth. it won’t allow itself to be ignored.

and so i keep circling around it, keep coming back to the same thing, the same message. truth must be told, Read the rest

a lesson in the art of shrinking

as i dressed this morning, my gaze fell upon a flatter-than-usual stomach, and i stopped for a moment just to look. and as i wiggled my fleshy hips into a pair of pants that somehow fit looser than they have in days past, it occurred to me:

i belong to a generation of shrinking women.

we’ve been taught that something is beautiful only if doesn’t take up much space. and so we
shrink back,… Read the rest

stay

yesterday, i put my heart on my sleeve for all of social media to see when i wrote this post:
IT’S BEEN A WEEK, Y’ALL. emergency rooms + doctor’s offices, car breakdowns + mechanics bills, grad school deadlines + the end-of-year blur. long days + short nights, weary bones + achy souls. it’s been a week of gritting my teeth + digging in my heels, of emotional highs and lows (mostly lows, if i’m being Read the rest

in celebration of the small things {or, what jim & pam taught me about love}

i’ve never been a big t.v. watcher, but one show that i instantly fell head-over-heels for and still adore to this day is the office. from jim’s goofy grin to pam’s adorable cardigan collection to michael’s horribly hilarious one-liners, i felt an instant kinship to the small, scranton-based paper company. i watched the show religiously each and every season and have re-watched it (several times) since then.

there’s so much that i love about the … Read the rest