Chances are if you’re NaNoWriMo-ing (writers love to make up words), you’re halfway through and you might’ve hit that wall. The first five days it’s all bliss and world-building. You’re as smitten by your characters as they may be with each other. Then this story has to actually go somewhere. You’re halfway in–maybe you’re even… Continue reading About NaNoWriMo & Lowered Expectations
I believe wholeheartedly in the glory of the everyday ordinary. The morning light through the window on the hardwoods of my kitchen floor. The coolness of clean sheets after a long, weary day. The colors of peppers and onions caramelizing in a cast iron skillet. In her new book of everyday devotions, Lucinda Seacrest McDowell… Continue reading Ordinary Graces (Book Review + $75 Giveaway)
Sometimes it’s good to be all about the brilliant. And the sassy red shoes.
My first morning on Edisto I poured my coffee and wandered down to the beach that’s almost unrecognizable behind the tower of manmade sand piles standing in for washed away dunes. And I walked right into the sunrise. I sat in that damp sand in my yoga pants with the bleach stain, closed my eyes,… Continue reading What Makes Your Story
How’s it going? It’s asked so simply, so quickly, so this-is-what-I’m-supposed-to-say that almost always I respond with that ingrained response–Fine. All good. Can’t complain. Pick your poison. Because what if we all actually answered that question honestly–How’s it going? It? Life? Finances? Motherhood? Job? State of the union? Facebook following? There’s too much, maybe. Really.… Continue reading The One Question Undoing Us All
We moved over a year ago. Ten miles down the road, jumped the county line. New schools, new community, new grocery store. But I keep going back to the old one. Because I like my routine and I like what I know and I don’t like it when I have to figure out something new.… Continue reading Why I Don’t Enjoy My Grocery Store (and other things I’m learning)
Dear Daughter Turning 13 Today, Yesterday I couldn’t reach the paper plates on the top shelf of the tall cabinet and you could. Yesterday you lay in bed with me, snuggled up like you were still five, but we read Harry Potter instead of Llama Llama. Yesterday, you were still twelve. You were still considered… Continue reading 13 Ways to Live When You’re Only 13