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 ...
A few weeks ago, we got together with a few friends for an epic gathering in our backyard: an ice cream social! The backyard is what really sold u...
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...
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...
Matt went to Las Vegas for the weekend to hang out with his brother so I was left to my own devices. Usually, when Matt goes away, I start to feve...
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...
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...
When I lived in Italy, I learned three very important things. Don't talk about God. Don't talk about politics. And eat pasta as a first course. I'...
To love a city is to get involved in a complicated relationship. It means to persevere in the face of inconveniences — stairs and cobblestones, ...
Around this time last year, we were beginning to hunker down. Preparing for the twins' arrival. We hadn't yet realized that we'd be moving to Seat...