Lonely City
I can see her potted plants, and I wonder how they survive since she’s never there to water them.
The Ritual of Snail Mail
Something felt almost sacred about holding them, the faded writing scrawled on the back of fraying cards.
Missing Christmas Magic
Where was the magic in saltines and Gatorade for dinner, in spiking fevers and loneliness? Where was the magic in canceled flights and missed wedding celebrations?
Errand Friends
The beginning of friendships can feel so formal. And it should be, at least a little bit.
The Aftermath
The palm and mangrove trees were stripped of their leaves, and much of the vegetation on the island has turned brown.
Eating Gluten-Free
Getting enough daily protein is no easy feat, rainbow chard isn’t half bad, and chocolate makes me a much, much happier person.
Hallowed Bluegrass Hall
On every guitar case and appliance in sight were collections of stickers from anything and everywhere.
Healing Girl Summer
I’ve dubbed this summer as “healing girl summer” (instead of the trendy and probably more fun, TikTok-approved hot girl summer).
Memory Lane
People said I glided across the water, but I felt more like I was floundering, barely able to get above the surface long enough to gasp for air.
Grace for the Gray
I placed sex firmly in the “bad” category, to be retrieved only after I walked down an elusive aisle to a man I probably wouldn’t meet for at least a decade.
Hanging Out
Lately, many of my daily life things don’t feel significant enough to write about.
I Would Walk 150 Miles
Sleepy but knowing I had a mission, I quietly slipped out the door and down to the water.
The Joy of Writing
The chance that something I’ve written could be made better paralyzes me into never wanting to publish anything at all. Where’s the joy in that?
Stayin’ Alive
As the dedicated plant owner that I am, I inadvertently left my succulents at the office for that entire time. For months, I completely forgot I even had plants.
Shelling and Your 20s
Our days at the beach are grounding, measured by low tides and the direction of the waves.
Finding Gumption
“How does she have enough vacation days for this?”
The Lasso Special
The balance at the end of the day always tilts towards good.
Ghost of Days Unlived
I would have inhaled a rosemary salt bagel with my iced vanilla latte this morning.
The Ryman
It’s impossible to forget that the building was once a church.
Travel Pain
We all settled in for work from “home” days together (it’s a corporate girl summer after all).
Living Mosaic
I hope a story of adventure is visible in me when the light shines through.
Rory and Me
We push through our most stressful life seasons by watching our favorite Gilmore ones.
Girl on Fire
The candle reminds her that something greater is at work in the room.
What Sounds Fun?
It’s as if the freedom to have fun was traded in exchange for my college diploma.
The Monstrous World of Seashells
It looks like a soft, harmless funnel, but there is no grace for the sea creature that gets too close.
A Love Letter to my Galentines
I have written in countless birthday cards, “I don’t know where I would be without you.”
The Island Bookstore
I wonder, not for the first time, how he hasn’t run out of stories to tell.
The Precedented World of Hallmark
Added bonuses: a man confessing his love to an elevator, and the theme song is one of the cheesiest Christmas tunes of all time.
Turkey Trot (or Not)
To perfectly capture the moment, the photo of my mom crossing the finish line includes me in the background, having lost the battle with my stomach and undoubtedly scarring fellow turkey-trotters for life.
Ode to October
October is an attack on the senses in the best way.
