this house doesn’t have a clue – and other things i never meant to say out loud about christmas

I was scolded once by a professor for ending a presentation with the four honest words, “That’s all I have.” And I think this speaks something to my silence here over the past (eep) month or so. I’m imagining myself trailing you down the hallway repeating, “Well, what was I supposed to say?” It’s not […]

RS: before & during: dining room

We did something reckless in order to create this dining room. We turned our three bedroom house into a two bedroom house. With the help of my house-flipping aunt, we estimated that our target buyers, when we resell, will be younger folks like us. We guess that, if their family gets too big for two bedrooms, […]

hello 24.

Tomorrow I’m 24. I feel a crisis coming on. Josh turns 25 this year; his quarter-life crisis led him to buy a Jeep. I accept partial responsibility. When his 1990 Toyota Corolla (“Gilbert,” as in Anne) died earlier this year, I said, “Well, if you want a car that’ll last more than five years, maybe you should consider that it might be […]

young, stupid, and making it {2}

{This is the second half of a monster post. Read the first half.} People have asked lately whether I have any regrets about marrying young. That answer (of course, since I just told you in big bold letters) is no. Life since then has meandered in the general direction of What We’re Supposed to Do. It […]

young, stupid, and making it {1}

{Due to the monstrous size of this post, I halved it.} With the internet abuzz (slightly abuzz – it’s not North Korea) with the topic of early marriage, I’ve ducked my head and, as I devotedly do when hard things swirl about my end of the blogosphere, pretended not to notice. Controversial topic pertinent to […]

you must be the baby

My mother and I take a pilates class together on Fridays. (We seem drawn to making fools of ourselves.) Last week after class, while I gathered my things, my mom shared with our instructor that she had had the four of us kids pretty close together, and that now we’re 23, 22, 19, and – “my baby just turned 18.” […]

sense: how to deal with not making it

I tend to gravitate toward people whose lives make no sense.  I can’t explain it. I like it. I like them. I like their fearless, and even fearful, excitement about doing the right thing, even in the face of no money, no spouse, no privacy, and lots of rules about what you cannot drink or flush. They stride straight — or […]