
Sometimes words fail me. What a full, happy life.

I guess I just keep doing these until Covid isn’t a thing? Home (bc I’m most obsessed right now) / Buy All The Things! Really loving PreFix, which is essentially a home maintenance subscription ($40/mo) with twice-yearly preventative maintenance (shit you will literally never do like sanitize your washing machine) plus access to a handyman…

Things I love and am grateful for in no particular order: Whiskey Business … I may have torn my achilles for that team but damn do I love them Surprise flowers Thursdays Cold front! Tailgating a photo shoot = picnic in the park Football-watching After parties Fires in the fireplace Great red wine Close family…

People are amazing. My best friend surprised me last week, driving in from out of town with the fixins for venison chili, a bottle of special pinot, and (what I thought was) the coup de grâce: a hilarious box of letters and pictures from our childhood through college, complete with countless mentions of boys we…
Y’all, I made a critical wrong choice. I KNOW as myself that I need sunshine and time outside. But when cedar is high and my allergies go insane, I chose to stay inside. Based on the amount of mind I lost on Tuesday night, that was the WRONG MOVE. I had worked a couple long…

Whew how ’bout that vulnerability yesterday, huh? Yikes. Positive feedback though, and I’m glad I posted it, even if it elevated my anxiety level. Lattes à la dada … literally this is the greatest thing to come out of my achilles tear surgery. My father delivers a delicious raw milk latte to me every. single.…

TRR! That’s what it felt like when my achilles ripped. But TRR is also a new series on this blog documenting my recovery moving forward, not in the banal I-had-surgery-a-week-later way, but in the emotional, psychological, physical way all of us deal with trauma. I wrote a whole boring intro, but let’s focus on the…