The moonlight hit our faces in a soft sort of way as we stepped lightly out the back door. Night engulfed us, but our path was lit by the white glow of the moon. The day’s warmth had drifted away with the sunset, and I pulled Molly’s jacket closer around my shoulders as we sat …
The Thing About Tie-Dye
The office is cold and quiet this morning. The city crawls with shoppers and sleepers and those in a stupor from too much Turkey. And I sit counting down the hours until I can change out of my business casual and get on a plane to go do some exploring. And as I sit, the …
Letters to Ruby
June 20, 2014 Dear Ruby, Today, your mother found out she was having you. She’s known for a while there was a baby growing inside of her. We ate at this new little bistro in Mount Juliet the other day—over by the movie theatre. And she told me about the way she could feel you …
A Letter to My Sister [On her twentieth birthday]
I’ve been thinking about your birthday for five days now. Thinking about how on Friday, you’d be twenty years young. Twenty years bold and bright and wise. And I’ve been thinking about the day we met in Detroit—both boarding a plane to Paris, ultimately bound for Goa, India. That day--our almost identical outfits and our first …
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Magic in the Ordinary
From my perch on Momma’s bed, I can see the outside bush beginning to blossom. The small, pink buds collect raindrops, and I feel sorry for it almost. It will undoubtedly freeze once more before Spring truly greets us. All is still in the house, and I am reminded of those slow, still, sleepy mornings …
Journey Alongside
Something about Spring's teasing charm reminds me of the blossoms on the bushes outside my college apartment building. In my memories, I can feel the warmth of the asphalt on my bare feet, heading to the soccer field to study. And in remembering, I realize that small parts of me are held by those people …
When Life Sends You Rejection Letters
I received the rejection e-mail while eating a portobello, pepper, and goat cheese sandwich in a little underground deli in downtown Chattanooga. We had planned our reunion weeks ago--two childhood friends and myself. We had it in our heads that we were going to roller-blade on the river walk in downtown Chattanooga---three regular 90's kids …
