I saw the season’s first fallen leaves swirling in the street this week as I dropped Lola off at her sweet friend’s house for an after school sleepover on Friday night – such a nostalgic sight! Then the birds, going berserk and soaring in no discernible formation over Southdale Mall as I pulled into the […]

I’m the girl who used to lick the bowl after ice cream, unwilling to let even a single drop of goodness go to waste. So it should come as no surprise that I’m having a hard time releasing my grip on summer and the fleeting final days of freedom before a new school year starts,

In our family, we typically start Sundays slowly, waking up late and brunching before tuning into church online. But today we flew out the door while I was still chewing my bacon, because IT WAS VALLEYFAIR DAY, at long last! After spending the whole week watching the weather awaiting the perfect day to take Lola

Wherein I wake up early on Tuesday mornings to put something I’ve been thinking a lot about into words, wrapping up the writing on Wednesdays. Here we go. In my last writing I mentioned spending a Sunday afternoon picking up groceries at Target and Whole Foods, two places that skew pricier on the scale of

I’ve given myself a new writing assignment: each Sunday night, I’ll jot down my contemplations from the day before starting another week.  So here it goes — hopefully this will help me stop overthinking my words and just write.  The past week was exhausting and I’m not just talking about the headlines. We were on

On Sunday we ventured out for our family’s first time back in theatres in over a year (more like 16 months, but who’s counting??). Movies are our happy place and we’ve missed the big screen terribly, so we were really looking forward to this. My nephew wanted to bring blankets to make things extra cozy.

I typically write in the mornings, but I’ve been putting this off all day. I know writing helps but the words have been hard to come by lately in my brain which feels full to capacity. And that’s life lately – full and hard. I am seated in my midwest sunroom where it’s storming hard

The guy at the exit is talking to me but I don’t realize it at first, his voice is drowned out by the sound of rain beating down hard on the windows of the neighborhood grocery store where I choose self checkout because it’s faster and so I could avoid small talk like this. “Well,

These days, most of my writing has been dedicated to my book, but by that I don’t mean I’ve been actually writing nonstop or anything overly inspiring like that. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, revising, snacking, and just generally being submerged in the ideas that have become a central theme for this memoir,

There’s a block in my writing that I can’t seem to get around. Every time I want to jot my thoughts about anything else, all I can think about is this: I am not on the greatest of terms with two close family members in the wake of a particularly polarizing election that put a