Gone to Carolina.

Tonight, I find myself once again packing my life into duffel bags. It’s odd that there’s something comforting about doing what has become so familiar to me. I’m moving to Chapel Hill! I’m a happy kid-someone needs to teach me how to do a cartwheel right this very minute. But … [Read more...]

Oh, Brother.

I don’t know where to start. The past week has been filled with relentless waves of emotion that swell at the most inconvenient moments-and subside without warning. I find myself all at once elated and relieved, in disbelief and overwhelmingly sad. This morning is the first … [Read more...]

Of Rootlessness and Geographical Feng Shui. [Home.]

Thirty nine days from today after a little geographical feng shui, my day will look markedly different than the one I just experienced. While I spent this morning chasing a  roach the size of a small duckling across the kitchen before I made a pot of my carefully rationed caramel … [Read more...]

My Lovely Little Sister.

The word "sister" always conjures to mind the "Sisters" song from White Christmas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG5MT3sCKBg] One of the most thrilling things to my twelve year old self, upon the discovery that my Mom was pregnant with a girl, was that I would finally … [Read more...]


I hate the sound goodbye makes. And really, you’d think by now, I’d be used to it. Let's remember that I wasn't even supposed to fly home for another six months when my doctor told me I needed to fly back to Raleigh. That two month hiatus in the US was forced bonus time with … [Read more...]

Confessions of a Ballet Mom.

This one is about a parking lot. And two dogs. And approximately 592 muffins. And a mini van. And one dead African Violet. And my hopeless inability to keep living things alive. Yes. Today’s story is about my recent escapades as-wait for it-ballet Mom. Stage lights fade to … [Read more...]