love Tag Archive

• The Little Thing You Do That Matters Most

  Maybe I was a child sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to write my ABCs when it happened. Or a teenager ravished after school, searching the fridge for leftovers. Or a new mom, cradling my first born, explaining how wonderfully and extremely exhausted I was. And it would happen. My mom would pass behind me […]

• What I Should Have Said

  If you look under my bed, besides dust bunnies and possibly a cat, you’ll see two wooden Dr. Pepper crates. (Yes, I’m a Pepper. Wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper, too? If you don’t get that–good news–you haven’t reached middle age!) Stacked in the crates are my happiness, my escape, my strategy for letting […]