Blog
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Going Home
We are in northern Michigan for the week. I know it sounds cliche, but the air feels different up here. Maybe I have just been in North Carolina for so long that I do not appreciate the beauty as much as someone who is visiting. But Michigan is my happy place. I was born here, and I still claim it as my home, but in reality, I only lived here for a year or so before my parents moved us all down to the south. We would drive up and visit for a week or two every summer, making our way from relative to relative, trying to see everyone in…
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The Bookworm
“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.” -Lemony Snicket, Horseradish I always get a little sad when I finish a great book. I recently finished reading the Harry Potter series, and afterwards I needed some time to be in my feelings. Admittedly, this was the third time that I had read these books, but the way everything comes together really gets to me. I listened to the first four books on iBooks in my car since my commute to work was so long and boring, and a part of me felt like I was cheating a little because I wasn’t actually reading. Also, I would catch…
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Hello, February
I love a new beginning. Whether it’s the start of a new year (especially this one!) or a new month, it always feels like a fresh start. January kind of blew by for me, which makes me a little sad. I was looking forward to it for a million reasons, mostly because it meant that 2020 was over, but also because my birthday is at the beginning of the month. This year, I turned the big 4-0, and although I approached it somewhat apprehensively, I wanted to be optimistic about beginning a new decade. My twenties were kind of a train wreck, and it was only when I was about…
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Not Cutting It
Oh boy. I go through relationships like most people go through underwear. It’s a dirty, nasty job, but I have no other choice. My future husband is simply not going to fall out of the sky and land on my front porch. And even if some poor sap did, in fact, do just that, I would most likely find something about him that grated on my nerves to no end, and I would certainly send him on his way before he had even dusted off his pants. The coach that I went out with a week ago didn’t make it to date number three. I had a few issues with this…
