It was really late at night, and I woke up in my Little Mermaid sleeping bag on the floor of my cousin Tommy’s bedroom screaming and crying for my mom. But my mom was at the hospital delivering my baby brother. I was 5, and I remember it all very clearly. Something didn’t feel right, … More Romper Article: Am I Reliving My Mother’s Trauma Through My Pregnancy?
“Morning Pages are three pages of longhand, stream of consciousness writing, done first thing in the morning. *There is no wrong way to do Morning Pages*– they are not high art. They are not even “writing.” They are about anything and everything that crosses your mind…” These are supposed to be for my eyes only, … More Morning Pages 01
Soon to be published to the band’s website and Facebook page: Remember back to a time when vinyl records were the definitive way to hear music—the click of the needle and the crackling that only comes from listening to a record on a turntable. The time when bands like The Who, The Stones, and Led … More The Pinx Band Biography
Lately, I’ve been terrified to write anything in here. And it sucks, because I used to love writing in this space so much. When I really kept up with this blog, I wasn’t afraid of what I posted, because it really didn’t matter. I didn’t really worry about what anyone thought. Then, the last four … More Fear
I have recently become a HUGE fan of Bloglovin and I’m hoping you guys can follow me there. It’s wonderful and so easy to use! It organizes all of your favorite blogs you follow in one place, sorting out all of the read from the unread posts, so it’s easy to maintain and not miss … More Bloglovin
After lounging in bed for a bit, Greg and I decided to go get some brunch at Stone Soup Kitchen, our favorite breakfast spot in Atlanta that uses local ingredients, including local coffee from Bartdorf & Bronson (my fav.), and they have an absolutely GORGEOUS enclosed patio with a ton of beautiful flowers and plants, … More Weekend filled with things for which to be grateful
Drinking hot coffee out of one of our beautiful new mugs we received for a wedding shower present, curled up under my most favorite comforter, writing, listening to A Prairie Home Companion while the cats chase each other around our own home.
A Friday ritual. A single photo, no words, capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
Where the majority of my writing has been taking place these days. Sorry, blog. 😦
I didn’t realize I would feel this depressed. I am annoyed with life. I am annoyed with myself. I want to punch everyone in sight. I want to hug everyone in sight. I laugh for no reason and then, suddenly, I feel like my life is over and I sob and hug myself in desperation…because … More The Break-Up