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....
SPRING CLEAN BY JOURNALING

SPRING CLEAN BY JOURNALING

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