I’ve received tons of questions about the music, our vows, who catered, etc. which I will answer here. Here is the complete list of all the songs that were used at our wedding. I hand-picked each song. My bestie painstakingly compiled all of these songs for me, and my bridesmaid dumped them into iTunes. I… Read More All Things Wedding!
As a child, the highlight of the Easter season for me was the Easter egg search. I understood that the holiday was a time of religious renewal, but the thrill of the hunt spurred me into a spiritual fervor in a way that hymns could not. My mother misunderstood my restlessness as a manifestation of… Read More The Golden Egg
July was hotter and stickier that year than we ever remembered. We spent more time lazing about on the merry-go-round than zipping past the neighbors on our bikes, pretending we were Zack and Ivy on the prowl for Carmen Sandiego. Aaron (named changed) and I lay on the teal disc with our arms dangling off… Read More Rakes Will Hit You in the Face & Other Lessons
I thought I might regale you with the tale of the first time that Kyle took me to his hometown. But then I realized that it’s a pretty boring story. Instead, I will tell you about the first dream that I ever remembered. It’s much more cohesive than most people’s dreams. Also, it will make… Read More The Reporter
When I was about eight years old, I often entertained irrationally idyllic beliefs in humanity’s capacity for cooperation. This manifested itself in a variety of ways, especially when I found myself among my peers. I saw no reason that a group of children couldn’t accomplish incredible feats if we banded together toward a common goal.… Read More The Sidewalk Endeavor
This story is actually kind of embarrassing, despite how old it is. When I was about 4 or 5 years old, I had a tendency to get into things that I shouldn’t have. I had solemnly observed my mother removing the fine, blonde hair from her legs with a razor, and I was utterly entranced… Read More The Shaving Incident
Today you are in for a treat. I have decided to recount Kyle’s favorite story from my childhood, which he refers to rather simply as “Bloody Jesus.” As you might remember, my third grade year was not a good year for me religiously. One of the things that I hated most about Catholicism was Lent.… Read More Bloody Jesus