I Had to Run.
I had to run. I had to leave that space, that house, that life. I had reached a point where…
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Are We There Yet?
A little grief, a lot of grit, five animals, one minivan, a geode, and an entirely reasonable number of chandeliers.…
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It’s Today.
I’ve been saying “when I move to Arizona” for so long that it started to feel less like an actual…
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Present.
Eight years ago today, I married Marc. Today is our eighth wedding anniversary. It is also my first one without…
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And Suddenly, It’s Time
For months, moving to Arizona has been this thing that was coming. Eventually. There were houses to look at and…
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Attraversiamo
Tonight, I’m on a plane somewhere between Michigan and Arizona. Tomorrow, I will walk through the front door of my…
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Jesus, Take the Listing
Or, more accurately, St. Joseph. Because apparently Jesus has delegated residential real estate. I have discovered that there are approximately…
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…and I Walked Out of Jail in Her Corduroy Overalls…
There are some inside jokes that simply cannot be explained to outsiders. Not because they’re inappropriate. Okay, sometimes because they’re…
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The Thing the Fire Couldn’t Take
For me, grief equals transformation. I did not want to be transformed. I wanted to live my life to the…