Burn the Capes: A Plea for Authenticity

Can I tell you the single most encouraging thing that anyone has ever told me about marriage? I was a newlywed sitting at a friend’s kitchen table, without the foggiest idea of what a honeymoon phase might look like. Kellan and I had made a violent crash landing into “I do” in … [Read more...]

She runs. [How moms are like Marines.]

When I think about my mom, I think about the Marines. It’s an unlikely pairing, given that the only uniform my mother has ever worn is a cringe-worthy little number from her high school cheerleading days. However, several years ago my husband’s dog-eared copy of It Happened on … [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...]

Sixteen Candles.

Friends, today is my little sister’s 16th birthday! I prayed for a sister for eleven long years before I finally got one. Sure, Mom and Dad thought that they were done having kids—but with two brothers quickly tiring of forced dress-up and tea parties, I had grown up with a … [Read more...]

Life Around Our Table.

My family owns an old wooden table that once belonged to my great-Grandparents, and has been carefully passed down over the generations. Through the ingenious magic of extra leaves, it expands and contracts like an accordion, making room for up to fifteen smiling faces to gather … [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...]