House on the Rock

It’s day nine hundred and seven million of winter. I take back everything I said about longing for cooler temps — I had no idea that a season could be so cruel. We had’t been… Read more

It’s ironic, since I married a math teacher, but my body still has a visceral reaction when I think about my experience with high school math. And middle school math. And, really, with the exception… Read more

It’s the most wonderful time of the year — time to cozy up by the fire (Youtube’s Fireplace with Piano Music on my TV screen while blasting the space heater) and crank out my SIXTH… Read more

I remember pulling up to Indiana Wesleyan on freshman move-in day. My family lugged couches and crates of clothes up dormitory stairs to move my baby brother into the rival school just up the road… Read more

I’ll say it: I’ve never been much of a baby person. My teenage self was never quick to volunteer as a babysitter. I often preferred the fourth and fifth grade classroom over the nursery volunteer… Read more

Tiny, chubby hands slammed a high-chair tray lathered with smashed bananas and yogurt. I worked frantically to keep my own breakfast from burning, racing back and forth from a skillet of scrambled eggs to the… Read more

It was November 3 — a Monday. A cool breeze coursed through the air and the neighborhood smorgasbord of Michael Myers statues and 12-foot skeletons were replaced by holly jolly blow-up reindeer. Bright yellow bulbs… Read more

In the hours after my sweet Papaw’s passing, we knew we needed a quick way to get the word out. Nana asked me to compose a very brief post that I could share to all… Read more

(Disclaimer: In a perfect world I would have posted this last night, thereby justifying the choice of title, but seeing as though it is one day later and I am still 27, I decided to… Read more

The early November air was still that morning, almost as if all the earth around us was holding its breath. Dad slid open the bedroom door and I rose to meet his gaze. “Is she still with… Read more