Delectables: Round #1

Delectables: Round #1

DELECTABLES: Cherry-Picked for Wonder and Revitalization. Soul Food and Spa. A Breath of Fresh Air with vitamins and other thought-provoking nourishment.

This begins a new series I’m calling Delectables. They are a collection of what I am absolutely loving right now. Bookmarks I’ve saved in the notes on my phone. Random blog posts I’ve stumbled upon that made my day brighter. Music that echoes my own heart. Books I’ve recently finished. And more! Continue reading

Tea Towels and Being Wonder-Full

Tea Towels and Being Wonder-Full

And there I am. Hot tea spilling over the counter and beneath the scanning thingy and I’m on the phone with a lady who’s asking me to do something that could very easily be done online herself, and I have to pause. The curly phone cord stretches as I reach for the blessed roll of paper towels kept on the bottom shelf of the desk, and by the time I stand back up with a wad of them in my hand, the tea puddle is inching even closer to the computer. Continue reading

Getting It Wrong (I Am Still Learning – Part Two)

Getting It Wrong (I Am Still Learning – Part Two)

“Ancora imparo (I am still learning).” -Michelangelo, Age 87

If you have been reading along, my previous post introduces something I’ve been spinning around like a funky Rubik’s cube in my head since the beginning of this year. (See previous post here for part one: “Sponge Talk: I Am Still Learning – Part One“) Here’s the continuation. Continue reading

Sponge Talk (I Am Still Learning – Part One)

Sponge Talk (I Am Still Learning – Part One)

“Ancora imparo (I am still learning).” -Michelangelo, Age 87

2019 is well underway and I’ve spent weeks trying to come up with new blog topics. It happens way more often than I’d like to admit. I sit and think for days on end about what I haven’t written about yet, what would be interesting for people to read about, and what would be super relevant. Continue reading

Spending the Weekend in Nashville, Tennessee

Spending the Weekend in Nashville, Tennessee

One of my favorite texts I could possibly receive goes something like this: Are you free this weekend for a road trip?

So you can imagine my delight when that very message popped up on my phone from some dear friends on mine from high school. Since all three of us live in different states and have very different work schedules, it’s pretty rare that we all have a free weekend at the same time (in this case it was MLK day on the Monday) so this was not to be missed. Continue reading

“I’m Too Busy” and Other Excuses I’m Ditching

“I’m Too Busy” and Other Excuses I’m Ditching

Every New Year’s Eve, or perhaps even just December in general, lots of people come up with these things called resolutions. Things they want to change in the upcoming year. While I don’t really feel the need to call them resolutions, I love the idea of reflecting back on things that went really wrong and not settling for keeping those around another year. Continue reading

Note to Self: Wringing Out the Words When Writing is Hardest

Note to Self: Wringing Out the Words When Writing is Hardest

It’s one of those days. The words aren’t coming easy. You’re trying to find them, but they are falling into flat, pasty sentences that taste like cardboard and translate poorly. You can’t see them mattering.

You’re wondering, “Why bother?”

You have read so many stories from so many talented writers. You’ve soaked up their words with all the awe and wonder that comes with, “Aha! See?! I’m not alone. Someone knows what that felt like.” Continue reading

Measuring My Life In Coffee Spoons

Measuring My Life In Coffee Spoons

Why do I think about and gravitate toward coffee shops so much? I write in them and about them constantly. I’m always on the lookout for additional favorites. What’s the magnetic draw? Does it touch a piece of heaven, or eternity, that just draws me in? Maybe it’s the coffee. It’s a bunch of people who hang out there because the coffee is there. They want to drink some and then, when their drink is done but they don’t want to go yet, they stay so they can at least smell it still. There’s a humming. A gathering (peaceful) around a well-loved centerpiece. Continue reading

Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)

Returning to Your College Town (There and Back Again: Part 1)

It’s strange to walk the streets of a place/city you’ve once lived in, grown in, cried in, and thrived in. It’s strange because you remember exactly what it felt like, what the routine of sounds and sights consisted of, and how familiar it all became during your time there. You remember the exact shade of yellow all the license plates were, and you remember the old smell of the library and the chiming tone of the elevator in your best friend’s halls when the doors opened. You remember how wobbly the buses were and exactly what the raindrops felt like while you waited for that bus to arrive. Continue reading