Our first pictures of Nora Grace!

We've been talking a lot about Nora Grace around here because friends, I am straight up OBSESSED. :) For the record, I have a laundry list of other things we need to talk about [chiefly, my new Fitbit, which has singlehandedly destroyed my entire life], but I just couldn't WAIT … [Read more...]

Intentionally Inconvenienced.

I deal in extremes. Case in point, we’d been dating for about a year when Kellan took me to dinner at a restored southern mansion that seemed very much like the sort of place that might be haunted by the disgruntled ghost of Robert E. Lee. It was an extravagant occasion for which … [Read more...]

Soup From a Stone.

Today marks two years since Ian died. My parents wanted some time alone with him that Wednesday morning, and my hands trembled as I laced my tennis shoes and ran as hard and fast and long as I could—I didn’t know what else to do. What do you do when your little brother is … [Read more...]

Our Father, Who Has Been in Hell.

My Daddy doesn’t cry. Growing up, I never saw him cry even once. Oh, his voice faltered for one tenuous moment while speaking at my sweet Grandpa’s funeral in the old church on Hubbard Street, but no tears fell. This is, in no small part, why I find it violently disturbing … [Read more...]

Lean on Me.

I apologize for the impromptu blogging hiatus. I'm sure you've all been on the edge of your seats wondering how the nail-biter saga that is my birthday turned out. PATIENCE, PEONS! [I'm sorry. The birthday dictator keeps bubbling to the surface. So embarrassing.] A week and a … [Read more...]

The Intersection of Death and Marriage.

On March 2nd, 2013, Kellan promised forever to a woman that neither of us knew. Three impossibly short days before I put on my white dress and walked down the aisle, I’d held my little brother’s swollen hand as he died. The girl that left her brother’s body alone in room 17 of … [Read more...]