Since I left retail, I am able to be filled with Christmas joy. And oh man, I am filled with Christmas joy!!!! This year, the day after Thanksgiving, Jordan turned on the charm and proposed that we pick out a real tree this year (my first real tree!!!!) which we did and here’s a picture … Continue reading Oh Christmas Tree!
Jordan and I hit the road again, this time to Tennessee for a few days of cozy cabin time and a mountain adventure. The drive up was beautiful but it didn’t go as planned. Some “obstruction in the left lane” left us google mapping back roads, which was visually pleasing but did NOTHING for my … Continue reading Smoky Mountain Magic
I don’t know how or why it happened but one night I went to bed a 24 year old with a career and a husband, in my own home with my own pets with my own locks and my own carpet and my own bathrooms and I woke up the next day to my mom … Continue reading Another Turn
Homestead Hollow – a place in Springville, Alabama that hosts a fall and spring festival of arts and crafts that sexually deprived middle aged women spend months and months painting and weaving and soap making in the name of the Lord for. It is littered strategically with (still standing?) cabins and barns and stuff from … Continue reading A Describable Sunday at Homestead Hollow
I went to a funeral once Without showering or Brushing my hair I was almost late But I’m sure he wouldn’t have noticed The old people touched me as if Their fingers were siphons And I was to be siphoned The sisters gave me little notice Their daughters gave me a glance My mother was … Continue reading A Southern Funeral
Last weekend, Jordan and I went to St. Louis, Missouri for the first time together. We aspire to see every state and we were able to see four new ones on this trip: Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri and Arkansas! We had a pretty perfect southern road trip on our hands: going up through Nashville, looping around … Continue reading St. Louis Lovin’
This feels good. When I was younger, I took a ton of pride in my writing and I created some beautiful things. My words came heavily from my emotions, and as emotions can go, they yielded a wide range of harshness and (sometimes) sweetness and beauty and destruction. Writing was something I was good at. … Continue reading Back to the Ol’ Grind