I love words. I want to read every book. I want to write down every thought. I’m not necessarily interested in speaking all the words, but I’m happy to listen to what others have to say. My love for words parallels Oprah’s love of bread. “This is the joy for me.” Before Landon was born, I…Read More
Life
Whatever Happened to Margin
I used to think having a baby was the ultimate reason to slow down. For some time, I’ve been troubled by the pace my generation seems to keep. In the days of side hustle, margin seems limited. As I watched everyone around me do more and more and more—and wrestled with if I should try…Read More
Eleven Words For Eleven Years
Dear Tim, Happy anniversary. We’ve been married for eleven years now. I was thinking this morning about what makes us work. After all, we’ve got a good thing going. I started to make a list. But then the list got really long, and it didn’t seem wise to spend our entire anniversary writing down all…Read More
Starting Over
Yesterday morning, I stood next to Tim in our kitchen and stared at the wall behind where our refrigerator had been minutes before. We silently stood there, our shoulders slumped, absorbing the reality of a leaking hose, a puddle on the floor, and water damage that had spread up the drywall and soaked the cabinet…Read More