I began writing this series in May of 2022, not intending to make it a tradition. But it stayed—and so did you. Thank you for showing up each month. We still see gray Honda Pilots every single day. Saw this one parked behind me at a doctor’s appointment and had to smile. His Biscuit looks a… Continue reading What I Kept – June 2026
Things That Make Life Nicer | Summer 2026
Over the years, a handful of things have become reliable sources of joy. Not because they were trendy or because I felt like I should love them, but because they've shown up for me again and again in little ways. This list doesn't include the people or pets I love. That's a category all its… Continue reading Things That Make Life Nicer | Summer 2026
Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots (I Lied)
I said back in December that I was wrapping up the tater tot posts, feeling like they had kind of done what they were meant to do. But after taking some time off, I realized I actually missed writing them. Then I came across a picture on Pinterest that made me think of this series:… Continue reading Screw It, I’m Eating Tater Tots (I Lied)
What I Kept – May 2026
I began writing this series in May of 2022, not intending to make it a tradition. But it stayed—and so did you. Thank you for showing up each month. source We got a goose His name is Gary Mike sent this from the driving range. I’m so grateful for this photo. We didn’t know what this… Continue reading What I Kept – May 2026
Weeding
I've been thinking about everyday things like laundry and weeding as things that never really end. There will always be laundry. There will always be weeds, not as a frustration, but as an honest fact of being alive. Nothing is ever finished. My friend Nicole wrote about that recently. I’ve been noticing how much I… Continue reading Weeding
Eight Years
Our sweet youngest daughter graduates high school at the end of this week. I can’t believe I’m writing that, because sometimes it feels like Anna just graduated. And yet, somehow, it doesn’t.There are eight years between Anna’s graduation and Ella’s. Only eight years. For some reason, that comforts me a little, because those years feel… Continue reading Eight Years