take the old road.
My weekday morning commute has becomeone of my favorite things. James and I take the long way to our destination--dipping out of the bustling Overseas…
My weekday morning commute has becomeone of my favorite things. James and I take the long way to our destination--dipping out of the bustling Overseas…
I’ve been having a pretty horrific tumor flare up over the last two weeks. Stress—good or bad—always does this. My grandma used to recite a…
Last weekend, I drove 4 hours and 14 minutes, took exit 205, chugged along another 12 minutes, and pulled into Papa’s driveway on Turtle Beach.…
I’m moving in my sleep again. I’ll wake up sprawled across the bed, covers kicked off, hair its own continent. For years, I would go…
I used to wear 3 bras in middle school. I was a late bloomer. So as everyone else was…blossoming…I shrugged on 3 bras each morning—padding…
I saw you last night. I’m not sure when. Likely somewhere around 5:00 a.m. Right before I jolted awake—flipping around, fighting to fall back to…
If I had done it her way, I would’ve stayed at that job forever. If I had done in his way, I would’ve never opened…
I sat in my son’s nursery during a 3 a.m. feed—my tired eyes scanning the room, desperate to stay awake. I had the closet light…
When I used to perform at Walt Disney World, I often worked the night parade. It was my favorite shift. Getting a bird’s eye view…
I recently had a conversation with a dear friend who is facing trauma. She said to me, “It just feels like nothing is good and…
Continue reading → when it feels like nothing is good and will be good ever again.
I had a grand mal seizure while 32 weeks pregnant.
Driving back home from Sarasota last week, I marveled aloud to Luke at my continued shock that I’m not in as much pain as we…
With Valentine's day sending hearts aflutter on social media feeds worldwide, my husband Luke and I got sent into a similar flutter. Yes, he surprised…
Continue reading → Wonderful Things Come to Those Who Wait & Weep
This post is about my twin miscarriage. This is a taboo, yet very common, life event. Now that I have walked through it myself, I…
Continue reading → in honor of Milo & Mila: a letter to the Momma who just miscarried.
When — not if but when — the hurtful, doubtful comments start surfacing to the waves around you, what will you do?
(and what I did to shake it off and grow through it!)
I have two critics. Well...two that actually sting. I am positive there are more. In fact, I could list a few more off the top…
I knew that as we shared this news, someone else was receiving a no, a not yet, a not the right fit, and a we need further scans.
I got my blood drawn last week. It's the proudest I have been of myself in a long time. No drugs and no one but…
When I first started dating my husband Luke, I covered my mouth anytime joy tried to sneak out of the corners of my mouth. This…