The heat

The heat

I got my first migraine when I was about nine years old. We’d finished the fourteen hour drive from Chicago to Tulsa the night before. I spent the day running around with my cousins, and my little body didn’t know how to handle the mixture of exhaustion and excitement...
Head Up

Head Up

Yesterday I watched a truck driver snap a photo of the skyline as he drove. Dangerous? Yes. But I can’t blame him. My commute changed in January, and I promised myself that I would never take those views for granted.  I force myself to look up from my phone and to...
Splish Splash

Splish Splash

Matt and I are contemplating our next move, and I’m spending entirely too much time on real estate websites. Sometimes I rush through my morning journaling so that I can see what new places popped overnight. I have a ritual. Look at the list price. Consider...
Twenty Five

Twenty Five

It’s often difficult to sum up a year’s worth of events into one word, but this year’s word was as obvious as could be: tension. I was mentally and emotionally stretched and strained for the entirety of 2017, held taut between the best and the worst times of my life....