Wednesday afternoon I was sitting at the stoplight near Lorelei’s school when my phone rang.
My mother’s number came up on the caller ID. My family is, as a collective, not phone people. Once you get us on the phone we can get sucked into a conversation and spend an evening chatting. But in general, we will always choose text or email. It’s completely normal for me to go weeks, even months, without talking on the phone to my sister or parents.
Every year around Easter, Peeps start showing up in stores and everyone is like, “OMG they are so nasty!” and you realize that nobody over the age of 12 enjoys them. I always laugh and say, “Oh yeah, I can eat like one a year. Same for Cadbury Cream Eggs!”
Me last year
Me this year
February was so long that it lasted into March (-Dar Williams)
Snow in March is never not bullshit.
In college, before I started dating Zach, I dated this other guy. Some of you know him and a few of you remember that relationship. It was one of those short-lived intense codependent college relationships that are all roller coastery. The type where you put up with the lows, because the highs make you feel needed and important in someone’s life. And at the age of 19, I was desperate to figure out who I was and prove myself worthy of… anything.
As amazing as it is to play outside after work because there is still light in the sky, the process of getting to that point can be painful. Lucky for you, I have come up with simple steps for success. As long as your definition of success is very, very loose.
It’s 7:43 at night and Rowan just woke up from a two-hour long nap. He’s standing in the kitchen saying, “No. No go to bedtime. No, no go to bedtime.”
Friday morning, a few minutes after 8 am, my aunt picked me up to head over to the endoscopy center. As far as I could tell, I was the youngest person in there by decades.