At the grocery story, I misread “violets” for “violence” on a bottle of wine. “Bold, with hints of violence,” and I think, “Why would I want to drink something with hints of violence?” What does violence taste like? I went to the grocery store because I’m stuck on a last chapter and also because we need food, so I figured… View Post

It’s been a good summer, but today it is over. I will hit publish on this post, pick up my keys, and my school bag, and head for the door. It’s that time of the year people in the education world call “Professional Development,” or “In-Service” week. We were told that, if we aren’t there by 8am, the doors to… View Post

“When creating a space, you must consider the relationships among all the elements in the room.” This is from The Home Design Handbook written by Carley Roney and the editors of TheNest.com. For example, if you tell your husband on a warm spring day, while the two of you are walking along the Potomac River in Georgetown that someday you believe… View Post

Last week I spent most of my time in historical Charleston, specifically, walking up and down King Street. There’s a great bar called Gentry where Jesse and I ran into from out of a thunderstorm and laughed with the bartenders and the other patrons at the timing of the Heavens opening up. There’s a coffeeshop called Revelator. I’m not sure… View Post

In January, when I started to look for jobs, I asked Jesse if I had to explain what happened in the fall. He said, “Do it when you can make it into a story.” What’s redemptive about Creative Nonfiction is I have a chance to create a story from the truth. I am in a bit of turmoil when I… View Post