My grandmother was a Garden Master. We even called her such. She always grew tons of great things in her garden. One year we harvested 80 lb of tomatoes and spent nearly a week canning them all. Those were some of my most memorable days (I won’t say fond though, because canning that many tomatoes is probably the most boring thing an 8 year-old could do). Continue reading
She said “Sad that I depend on my phone to remember my work schedule.” I had to correct her.
I remember that rubbermade box. It’s in my parents basement as we speak. Full of loose photographs of my childhood. Naked baby pictures that no non-family eyes have seen. Photos of those beautiful and embarrassing child moments that bring tears … Continue reading
Most people are thoughtless these days. The internet demands full disclosure and people are willing to fulfill that demand.
It’s only been a few days since my boyfriends grandfather passed away, and I’m already feeling how detrimental the distance has become on our relationship. While I have two weddings I suddenly have to be preparing for this summer, he … Continue reading
“So why blogging?” She asked me once. Wondering if there was some kind of secret intention I supposed, but perhaps that was my mind winding around something else entirely. I wanted to give a default answer, “Therapy,” but that wasn’t … Continue reading