number forty one

It feels good to write. I think it's quite like exercise? I forget how much I love it until I'm actually doing it again. So here I am. Where to start? How about this... When I was twenty, I headed on a road trip with my Dad, younger sister and her then boyfriend. It was... Continue Reading →

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number thirty

Before we were married, Josh came to me with a pair of pants in hand. This was the beginning of a major moment for me and my ability to 'woman' the way I'd like to. The pants had a rip in the back pocket, and as a poor uni student he wasn't wanting to shell... Continue Reading →

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