Making Space for Silly

I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. I’m unable to recall a recent memory involving this kind of laughter—the kind that unfolds so deep within your soul it causes tears to spill. When did silliness begin to fade? At what point did it crawl into the grave?


Six Months In

One random wintry night in February, I said yes. Not on a whim, per se. Although, not a deeply rooted decision either. I think I simply needed something fresh.

Starless Nights

I lift the blinds as high as they will go. Sometimes the sky looks dark purple. Other times it’s a rich, deep shade of navy. Tonight, it is black—the cosmos starless.


A Renewed Song // Twenty-Eight

Here’s my anthem: I want to be the kind of twenty-eight year old who is brave enough to hope for crazy things.


Hope (according to Emily Dickinson)

"Hope" is the thing with feathers...


Birthday Celebrations & Mother’s Day Musings

This month has felt extra special and extra full. My mom turned fifty, and I pulled off a surprise weekend I’d been planning for months.


Goodbye with a side of Rhubarb

“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.” ~ E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web


Self-Care + Worth

This self-care thing is something I'm still learning and I'm finding that it changes a bit with each season.


Seeing Beauty

"Beauty is to the spirit what food is to the flesh. It fills an emptiness in you that nothing else under the sun can."


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