Back when LiveJournal was the leading blogging platform, I didn't quite understand the concept of being 'found' on the Internet. I wrote, unapologet...
There is a neatly arranged time and place for everything in life, including peanut butter. I used to tell Matt, even before we were married, that ...
We're packing in trips like there's no tomorrow before these babies arrive. We still have some time (I'm nearly halfway there!), but with my growi...
I’m not usually very good at staying silent. I’m often quick to judge and make a statement. In the heat of the moment, I often see things in b...
"I want to show you something," she often says with pride these days. Sometimes, it is a new toy. Sometimes, a "fancy trick" on the playground (cu...
Recently, I wrote a short piece about summer movies for Gather Journal. It skewed toward being poetic and inspired a fair amount of nostalgia. The...
To love a city is to get involved in a complicated relationship. It means to persevere in the face of inconveniences — stairs and cobblestones, ...
I want to wear a pretty dress for you.It's Spring. Somewhat officially. And here in the Bay Area, that means every girl is plotting her next Per...
Back when my grandmother's Alzheimer's was in its early stages, she called my grandfather and asked him to pick her up. When he asked her where, she...
On our first date, Matt tried to convince me to read his favorite book, Infinite Jest (I had no intention, he would soon find out just how stubbor...
It's been decided. Ice cream sandwiches are definitely the best way to celebrate an occasion. This is the second time I am writing about Matt in the...
