I think we’re all doing all of this for those times in life where everything clicks. Things feel right. There’s excitement. And growing. And laughing. And margaritas. And stars. And art. And joy. And creating. And these clicks don’t happen often—making them all the more moving. A click that snaps and shifts everything inside quickly … Continue reading you’re a free girl now.
Tonight, I had my first writing class of a series. We did some free writing. Get a prompt. Write for five minutes. Share. The third prompt was “I remember…” For unclear reasons lately, I’ve been thinking about mailboxes. What they mean for homes. What they mean for love. What they mean for communication. And in … Continue reading checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.
these days, I have to remind myself to stop and breathe in life. love the little lovely things. like the awesome card from your bff: or the valentine from your dear friends and their BABY… their beautiful, wonderful babe: or remembering to watch your all-time favorite movie near enough to valentine’s: I swear I interpret … Continue reading lovely little things.
“heaps” is the answer to how much I miss Texas. but my heart is here… Listening to this all night and playing cards with my love made this night such wondrous affirmation. I will always be proud of, and grateful for, where I came from. And I will continue to be proud of where I … Continue reading …hooray.
There is not a break in life. I find myself saying yes to everything and wanting more. I find myself working hard and still wanting to create at the end of the day. I love this. I get this from my father. He would work all day at the post office then come home, put … Continue reading I am one and the same, I am useful and strange.
About a month ago, I went golfing with my parents in Texas. We all laughed together harder than we had in a real long time. Probably because of moments like the one when my dad gave my mom grief for taking too long when it was her shot, “Virginia, grab your club!” So she did… … Continue reading gosh, I love her so much.
A day late, but still filled with love. I spent all day yesterday thinking about my amazing mother while I cleaned the house: did the dishes, all the laundry [done and folded], and weeded the garden to the extent of an insanely sore body today. So many thoughts went through my head about my momma. … Continue reading she has taught me.