Number Nine

Today was my 9th wedding anniversary. Nobody remembered. Not even me and Nick. Which was awesome! Because it means we’ve been together long enough that another year going by isn’t all that big of a deal. Ever since I got married, I’ve been looking forward to this stage of our relationship. I guess I felt…

Gardening and Kids Don’t Mix

One of the features my husband and I love most about our house is the enormous plot of soil surrounded by white picket fencing, a perfect spot for growing things. It was too late to plant when we moved into our house last summer, so this year we prepared a game plan, outlined a budget…

The Only Good Spider is a Spider Vein

I’ve only seen my mother wear shorts a handful of times in my life – a pretty courageous feat, considering I grew up in the stifling, humid heat of North Texas. No matter the weather, she preferred the full leg cover of jeans, pants or a long skirt, ashamed of baring her legs to an…

Nobody Knows How to Love You (Unless You Teach Them How)

When I birthed my firstborn, my mom stayed with us for a week and organized our pantry. Slowly, over the course of seven days, our dry goods and snacks were divided into clear plastic containers, each with a shiny white label neatly attached. “Rice.” “Sugar.” “Snack nuts.” This was her gift to me, the one…