Sometimes it drives me crazy seeing Kate’s socks cast off without a care, lying on the floor. But tonight I turned the corner, saw these little lime green wads of cotton, smiled, and thought, “Kate was here.” I was struck by how beautiful it is – this colorful little bread crumb of my daughter’s day.
Bragging like a bragger for finishing the Madison Mini Half Marathon – 13.1 miles! Woohoo! It was my slowest race, and also my sweetest. Six months ago I experienced a traumatic brain injury. I may share more at some point, but the short version is I lost my speech, my short-term memory, and my ability
I waited 20 years to tell the story of how G and I got together…in hopes that the statute of limitations has run out on some of these details. Twenty years ago today a really nice boy took a chance on a rough around the edges girl. We’d met a few months prior at Coconut Joe’s
I’m completely obsessed with our new entryway antique church bench! G wanted seating in our entryway for getting shoes off and on, and I wanted more antique items in our home, so I asked him to keep an eye on Craigslist for an antique church pew or theater seats. Imagine my shock when he found the
Get your pearls out because you’re probably going to want to clutch ‘em. I didn’t decorate for Christmas the past two years. Christmas has always kind of been my thing. I legit had my bedroom decorated like Christmas all year long when I was a kid – Santas everywhere, twinkle lights, red and green quilt
I used to hate driving. With a fiery passion. Have you ever pondered the “if you were rich would you rather have a personal chef, personal trainer, chauffeur, cabana boy, etc.” question? I was all, “chauffeur!” all day, every day* but since moving to Cambridge (our amazing little town in southern Wisconsin) I’ve realized something: I don’t hate
I’ve been feeling inspired to blog again, which feels good. And scary. Like an old friend you haven’t seen in awhile and you’re not sure how it’s going to go. Will we recognize each other? Will that old familiarity still be there? Will it be awkward as hell? Should we get some booze involved? (Yes
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