Stuck in the Moment (for how long?)

This morning, my wall clock was stuck on 8:36. It would tick, but the minute hand would not move forward. How often do we get stuck in a moment of time despite time marching on?

Conversations with My Eight-Year-Old Self

For some reason, imagining a conversation with a younger me has always been a great way to put a different spin on the situation. Or so I thought. It’s really about Reece’s Pieces.

Why I Finally Bought a Bra After 8 Years

Fun fact: I’ve been wearing the same two bras for 8 years. Why? I hate shopping and I REALLY hate bra shopping. A local store showed me that when we are passionate about what we do — shopping can be fun.

Peanut Butter: The Staple of Life

“Peanut butter” is something I say when a person or thing comes between my husband and I while we are walking, resulting in us letting go of the other’s hand. In life, my husband and I have had a lot of peanut butter. But it isn’t what separates us that matters — but the coming back together.