The Moment at Hand

Perfectionism often keeps me from enjoying the moment at hand–always looking to when everything falls “perfectly in place.” Well that’s sweet, but it’s also never going to happen. Here’s to being grateful for a wonderful, exhausting weekend with beautiful people. I’m learning what it looks like to be content. Advertisements


I Still Write, Y’all

Oh undefined audience, how I’ve neglected you so! I didn’t forget about y’all exactly, I only forgot that I do this thing called blogging from time to time. As always when I return from such sabbaticals, I wanted to give you a preview of things to come:  The MVA & What I Learned There (i.e. ...

Winter, We Need to Talk

Dear Winter, The reds, oranges, and yellows of November are grey and blue and soft shades of brown because of you. It’s April now, and my sundresses sit in my closet still, waiting, while my sweaters stretch and move around me each day, uninterested in keeping their shape as I shrink mine. Even the cherry ...

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