Six weeks ago we ended up in the hospital in the middle of the night because I couldn’t feel you move – nothing I tried would stir you and I was terrified. We’d passed the pregnancy finish line. You were three days late and counting, but I still couldn’t believe you were really going to … Continue reading June 16th (to Livy)
And I thought about it again this morning as I stood with neighbors of a home on Greenville’s westside and watched forensics teams pull a body out on a gurney and load it into a medical examiner’s van.
I’ve watched news stories that are not even remotely about politics turn into political fistfights on television station and newspaper Facebook pages. I’ve seen comments on a blog post about coupons become a laundry list of what’s wrong with Hillary Clinton. I’ve felt my blood boiling as I saw my own words twisted into a politically charged … Continue reading I don’t care who you’re voting for
Today is my parents’ 36th anniversary. They’ve postponed anniversary celebrations until after our wedding because they’re working their butts off to get the farm ready for ours. This is not a fact I take lightly. I’m certain there’ve been more times than not in my life when my parents have put much more effort into … Continue reading One month
So I did this little thing that, lord knows, Elizabeth Wren Sanders at many different ages probably thought would never happen. I said yes to loving someone forever. These are funny things, proposals. If done correctly then you already know you’re in it forever and saying yes is just a technicality. Regardless, what a thrill. … Continue reading Just a technicality
I remember the phone ringing pretty early in the morning on Valentine’s day 1995. It was the only phone line in the house. I wasn’t expecting a call, seven year olds rarely do… particularly when they’re the youngest person in a household of five. The phone hung on the wall in the kitchen and had … Continue reading I’m no expert on love
My favorite veteran was once just a guy who taught me how to climb trees, jump across creeks, and shoot a lay-up. Before he ever picked up a gun. Before he trained for weeks at Parris Island in the dog days of Summer. He was a little boy with the power to grant or deny … Continue reading my favorite veteran
A few weeks ago I was standing on the back deck of someone else’s vacation home with my hands wrapped tightly around an unfamiliar mug full of some coffee flavored like hazelnut, vanilla, or a combination of the two. We were among some of the Northeast’s finest fall foliage, something I’ve only seen once before this trip. … Continue reading The North is warmer than you’ve heard..
I sent my mom a text tonight that read “Do you think Joe is dead?” It looks morbid, but here’s the thing, Joe probably is dead. He was already old when I knew him as a very little girl. He must’ve been in his seventies when I was spending my afternoons with him. It’s hard … Continue reading Joe
I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t know the Bruce Springsteen song ‘I’m on Fire’ existed until John Mayer covered it for his 2009 album. I was a senior in college and still in that swoon over John Mayer phase. Bruce Springsteen was just ‘born in the USA’ and nothing more. When my brother brought this … Continue reading we always say ‘i love you’ now
I once went to a model casting call. Why? Because if you’re a 6’1” female with a fast metabolism and face that looks any degree better than.. I don’t know… a gargoyle, a lot of people tell you to try modeling. You know, when they’re not asking if you play basketball, volleyball, or whatever other … Continue reading i once went to a model casting call…
Mr. Mcnitt used to bring me tiny motors. They came from vacuums and fans and whatever other discarded items he could access. It was around the year when all I wanted for my birthday was Adidas breakaway pants like some I’d seen on NBA players. I got a kick out of how they’d tear them … Continue reading Mr. McNitt brought me tiny motors
(This story is largely not mine. I’ve done everything I can to stick to the details as I remember them. Every word comes from the deepest well of respect I have inside of me.) ———————————————————————————————————————— My oldest brother wouldn’t hesitate to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder if it fit the joke. … Continue reading you just save some numbers
Two days shy of eleven months ago a man with a very broken mind walked into an elementary school and killed twenty young kids. The day after those children were murdered I babysat my six year old niece. Tonight I was trying to find something to write about and I stumbled across the notes I … Continue reading after sandy hook
There is no shortage of internet articles about twenty-somethings. Everybody is writing about millennials these days. The posts by older generations tend to be unflattering. I’m tired of reading about how lazy and narcissistic I am just because I was born in 1987. Honestly, what’s lazier than broad-brush labeling of an entire generation? The posts … Continue reading three things to do before 30