I don’t think I imagined my life quite this way, and I love that. Five years ago, I started my final semester of college. I wrote about marbles in a jar, their finite number mirroring the days which had become so very normal to me. During my senior year, my...
A few weeks ago, a dear friend and I met for ice cream. Never mind that it was 20 degrees outside or that we hid under layers of sweaters and coats. We braved the icy temps for the best ice cream in town and sweet friendship and connection. For the last year, I...
Abundance It’s the word that comes to mind for my 2019. To be clear, this abundance isn’t the stuff of the prosperity gospel. It’s not an overflowing bank account or the newest and the nicest. It doesn’t mean brand names or the finer things in life. It’s...
For about two years I lived in this absolutely beautiful, rustic home in a town that is the epitome of small-town America. For most of those years, I was one of three in the house until we finally convinced a fourth girl to move into the downstairs bedroom. To prove...
There are two types of people in this world—those who keep the front of their fridge clean and organized, and those with an obnoxious amount of photos and little-kid drawings and reminders cluttering the front, both sides, and maybe even a bit of the back. ...
