It’s 4:30 in the morning, and though it’s dark in Kansas City, I’m wide-awake. Why, you rightly ask? Because it’s dawn in Provincetown, Massachusetts, and I’ve been trained for the last week to crawl out of bed at the first sign of light and watch it spill across the harbor.Read More
We talked about a trip to London for years—my mom, my sister and me. As avid readers of the British literary masters, it was a shame we hadn’t journeyed over the pond to pay homage to the authors we loved so much. We promised ourselves a decade ago that we’d make a ladies’ trip of it, but as you might imagine, life delivered several detours. Babies. More Babies. Careers.Read More
Ten years ago, Christian and I started out on this funny journey called marriage. We were practically children at the time—still in college, utterly naive and very poor. But we knew we had a good thing going, and getting hitched seemed like the natural next step.
Our first order of business as a married couple was to jump on a plane to Cabo San Lucas for what proved to be a completely perfect honeymoon.Read More
Christian and I went on a kid-free bike ride on Friday afternoon. We’ve been trying to do this for approximately 5 years—ever since parenthood staked its claim on our mythological “free time.” With a few hours of relief from our hectic work lives, and with the boys safely tucked away at school, Christian and I made our escape down the Tomahawk Creek Trail, and we had the best time. I’m pretty sure I inhaled a bug at one point, but no matter.Read More
My lack of an English accent is my lifelong sorrow. Given the time I’ve invested in reading Jane Austen’s complete works (and re-reading them more times than I care to admit), I feel that I deserve an accent fitting my love of all things English. But alas, I’m an American, and I’ll always speak with the rather bland, non-descript inflection of my fellow Midwesterners.Read More