you’re a free girl now.

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.

checking the mailbox // a story + playlist.

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.

lovely little things.

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.

i’m SO glad.

Yesterday was my birthday.  There were so many highlights... here are some... • Riding on the back of a tandem bike to work... drinking a delivered latte. • Birthday pie. • A phone call from Italy that included three renditions of adorable little-girl Happy Birthday singing... in Italian, Spanish, and Chinese... ah-mazing. • Great news… Continue reading i’m SO glad.

you would go to a writing class tonight?

Hay!  Hay, you! ...wull hay. I wanna talk to you. It's been a while... and there's so much I've wanted to talk about. But then... everything, all this, floors you. me. We decided to go out for drinks.  A lot of us.  At work.  Work has been hard lately... for everyone. Work has been hard… Continue reading you would go to a writing class tonight?

we embrace our love/friendship and go.

This weekend has been brutal. Why?  Oh, because my whole Texas-dwelling family was privileged enough to attend the Austin City Limits Festival. Brutal?  Because I couldn't be there with them. Convincing my brother to go see Pretty Lights: ...and getting back a rave review. Having texts sent throughout the days of favorite songs by favorite… Continue reading we embrace our love/friendship and go.

act your age or care.

[wull hallo.] I hope you're doing well. I'm doing pretty awesome. "Oh, why?" you ask... from across the room... wondering why I'm dancing like that.  [the happy burst that comes from deep within... spurred by the simplest thing.] "Because I got a plant in the mail today... A plant that lives in a dinosaur." HUGE… Continue reading act your age or care.

crying, smiling, singing, loving. magic.

My dad has had his moments.  By that, I mean he's a quirky, silly guy, but every once in a while, he'll blow you out of the water with sweetness. For the rest of this story to make any sense, you must read this old blahg post: https://rachellaurenmarie.wordpress.com/2010/12/24/love-is-there/ And if you refuse to do so… Continue reading crying, smiling, singing, loving. magic.