An essay I wrote for a Design*Sponge contest; it wasn't chosen as a finalist. Here it is.
We bought our first home eight years ago. Our starter home. It was about 1,200 square feet—three bedrooms, two bathrooms. A palace compared to our previous two apartments. Buying that house was the next point on our classic American upward trajectory, from dorm room, to one-bedroom apartment, two-bedroom apartment, and then small house.
I lay . . .
My view of their childhood
It’s overcast and drizzling today. It’s a perfect August rainy day. I have the window blinds pulled up to let in the most light—that soft, perfect light diffused through thick clouds. The grass is so green. There’s a single daffodil gathering rain in its upturned blossom. The willow tree down the street is waving is long branches, which have . . .
Revisiting some of the old favorites
Today I finished rereading The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett, and I gotta say, not disappointed. I found it in a huge box of my childhood books in my parents’ garage, along with the Anne of Green Gables series; some Little House on the Prairie; Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry and Let the Circle Be Unbroken; and very many others. I’d . . .
(and that's quite a lot to have, really)(Bonus semi-related rant on social media photography at the end)
Noah decided he wanted to work more surprises into our marriage, so a couple weeks ago he ordered two books on my amazon wishlist without telling me. (He also booked a two night getaway this weekend to a friend's cabin near Boone. I'm all for these surprises! But apparently the surprises aren't always for me, even if they're . . .
Many mixed metaphors describing a simple to understand but often difficult to execute state of mind
Our bestie Nick came over for dinner last week and brought with him a surprise: a copy of Bob Goff's Love Does. Bob had come to speak at Wake Forest (free admission!) and we couldn't make it, but Nick went and brought us a souvenir.
Aside: Gosh, I love reading. I love picking books that can suit my mood or season of life or even make . . .
Reflections on life without Debbie
After we lost Debbie, I took the lead on writing her obituary and planning her memorial. Her memorial was in October, almost three months after she passed. I gathered photos for three different slideshows that my friend Kat put together. I worked with John, one of Debbie's former teaching partners and a cherished friend, to compile photos . . .
A while ago I came across Susan Cain's Ted Talk, "The Power of Introverts."
And I was like,
And then I moved on with life. Until last week, when Noah by using powerful magic (IT skillz) made my B&N nook cooperate with the local library's digital options, and I downloaded Susan Cain's book, Quiet: The Power of . . .