Love

I've always loved back-to-school time.  The falling leaves, the cool breeze, the school supplies (I'll admit I have an obsession with new pens and paper...).  I've always been a bit of a school-nerd, and the thought of packing up...

I love to decorate for holidays. However, I’m a total procrastinator. I don’t get decorations up until right before the holiday, and then they stick around far too long. How long is ‘too long’? Well, as I’m preparing for...

When I was asked to share my love story, I giggled. See, my husband and I have a joke that we met through a mutual friend, but this is the real story. On a whim and dare, I posted an ad...

November: the beautiful month full of life’s little pleasures. You can watch squirrels so diligently gather and hide acorns for the winter, see wild turkeys majestically strut across the empty fields, and see children’s sweet breath as they run...

My birthday is coming up. This year will be the 3rd anniversary of my 29th birthday. Translated – I’m turning 31. Last year, celebrating the big 3-0 was a little tough to swallow. It would have been easier had I...

My husband and I didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day this year. Or last year. In fact, we never have. Do we love each other? Absolutely. Is our affection for one another heart-shaped-chocolate-candy-worthy? Sure. It’s just that we don’t usually celebrate...

My daughter started preschool this year. To say I've been dreading it would be the understatement of the century.  All summer long, I would enjoy the days with my kids, and then at the end of the day I...

Cinderella. Snow White. Sleeping Beauty.  If you’re like me, these were some of your favorite movies growing up.  With two girls at home who are IN LOVE with princesses, they are still watched fairly frequently in our house.  What do...

Back in my hometown, my mom is sometimes called “Saint Bonnie.” While that moniker might get the occasional laugh from her three kids, it’s more true than not. She runs a nonprofit health clinic and is one of the most...

It's the little things. Ten tiny baby toes, soft and pudgy, toenails so small they might as well be glitter. White onesies, hanging from the clothesline in a neat row, swaying and dancing in the breeze against a backdrop of green. Baby...