Today I changed the background on my phone to this joyful shot of my niece and I adventuring around my parent’s house. The scene isn’t anything special. We took it on an ordinary day at an ordinary place, but these days—the ones full of quarantine and limited contact...
There are two types of people in this world—those who keep the front of their fridge clean and organized, and those with an obnoxious amount of photos and little-kid drawings and reminders cluttering the front, both sides, and maybe even a bit of the back. ...
This feels like a really delicate thing to write about. These words let you see inside the world of Kate in a way that feels exposing and scary and deeply vulnerable. But I don’t think I’m alone here, so, dear friend, if you’ll give me the space, I’ll try to tell my...
I’m a little afraid to tell this story. It feels like the kind of moment we experience after vacation. We have pictures and stories of moments we love. All too eager, we sit down with friends or family and begin to relive these memories, and about two seconds...
I can’t stop looking at this picture. It’s more than just a great memory or moment. It does more than just make me smile or fill me with joy. It reminds me to take risks, to do things that scare me. It reminds me to be brave. It reminds me that our courage is...
