Sunday, December 20, 2020

Our first Garden - the Highlight of 2020

 We started this year with the goal to grow our first garden.  Primarily, we simply wanted the experience of growing a garden.  Secondly, the nearest grocery store is at least a 20 minute drive and we wanted the ability to be somewhat sustainable on our own.  And admittedly, I had the ambitious and enthusiastic goal of having "the most beautiful garden in all of West Virginia."  (Imagine me saying that in my giddy, girly, high-pitched voice and then imagine the way Ronnie looked at me when I said it.)  Turns out, just keeping the damn garden alive was enough to keep us busy all summer.  

Friday, November 13, 2020


Amidst an already challenging 2020, my sweet Momma was diagnosed with Lung Cancer on August 13 and underwent a lobectomy (removal of upper left lobe of lung) on August 26.  Today, she is 11 weeks post surgery and is doing well.  So incredibly well!  She has much more healing to do but the worst is over and I'm so happy to share that she is cancer free.  

Wednesday, December 11, 2019

Las Vegas

We finally made it back to Las Vegas after a 10-year hiatus.  Two things we learned - Vegas is ever-changing and it's hella different going in your 20's and early 30's vs. your 40's. 

*ARIA Resort & Casino

Friday, November 1, 2019

Monday, August 12, 2019

Keeping the Wolves Away

I just listened to "Keep the Wolves Away" by Uncle Lucius while taking a bath. Submerged floatless, I listened to the guitar solo and the lyrics and the whistling, and I was haunted! Brilliant lyrics, humility in abundance, and a heftiness of vulnerability.

Monday, August 5, 2019


Riley died a month ago today and the pain is just as sharp and gnawing as it was that day. He lived 12 years and 3 months.  If he were here right now, he’d be laying on his bed on the front porch, looking out over the farm, and every now and then, looking up to make sure I was still there with him.

Friday, December 14, 2018

Love at First Sight

We fell madly in love in High School.  We were inseparable.  It was love at first sight.  The kind of immature, crazy, head over heels, passionate love you have at 15 and 16 years old.  But deep and binding.  Today, we celebrate 25 years of the cataclysmic day that we first met.

We've celebrated the day - the anniversary of the day we met - with a lot of nostalgia over the last 25 years.  It was our first celebration of the importance and significance of our life together.  As incredible and special of a day that it was - it's also very scandalous and so over the years, we've made a point to re-live the tiny details of that day so that we never forget.  As we've shared the story over the years, friends and family have laughed with us, some have even blushed.  It's our perfectly imperfect story.

*One Year Anniversary

Monday, November 5, 2018

An Inflamed Soul

For anyone who has struggled with illness - whether the physical kind or the hidden, often (unknown to others) mental kind, then I think you can relate to the feelings in this poem below.  I wrote it at a time that I was struggling, particularly with my Celiac Disease.  But, I had felt similar feelings throughout several health obstacles in my life.  When I was 23, I was diagnosed with Familial Dilated Cardiomyopathy.  At the time, I was in Congestive Heart Failure and struggling with fast, abnormal heart rhythms.  The diagnosis was transcendent - I was shattered, sick and scared. 

And then the exploratory phase begins after such a diagnosis - tests, doctor after doctor, multiple opinions, this explanation, that explanation.  And all the while, you just want to feel better, to feel normal again.  So, you push ahead and walk the line and dig in to fight before it gets the best of you.  But, in all the doctors offices or hospitals, no one ever said, "How are you feeling, mentally?"  I wish they had.  Because I believe if someone had done so, it would have helped prepare me for the anxiety and depression I would feel over the course of the rest of my life. 

 So, for anyone struggling, maybe you can relate to how I felt the day I wrote this.  For me, I just had to release what was in my head at the time.  Hope others will do the same - put it down on paper, share your feelings with someone, or ask for help.  There are so many of us struggling and my advice is just this - surround yourself with LOVE, pray for GRACE and be KIND to yourself and others. 

An Inflamed Soul

I'm pushing all my pain, my fears, my insecurities deep into the center of my being.

My soul is swollen and inflamed and ugly.

My infrastructure, my boisterous imagery, my demons and friends, and my magnified heart are crushing me.

Straighten yourself out, I cried.

Fall into me, I moaned.

I am a monster.  I am unsightly.  I am repulsive.

You're simply you.  With a little mileage and heaviness.  Your stance is poor.  Your mind is fragile.

Monday, July 23, 2018

Escaping to the woods

On a random Tuesday, Ronald said, "Let's get out of here.  Let's go play!"  Since we moved to the farm last year, we've purchased two 4-wheelers.  Both have been pivotal for various things around the farm.  But, we had never had the chance to use them for fun.  Spontaneity and childish merriment are two qualities I'm enjoying these days.  I'm left with more time for working on these qualities since I gave up working on my athleticism.  (Just kidding - I never worked on athleticism.  It evaded me.)

Wednesday, June 27, 2018


It's been 12 years since you passed and I've missed you every day.  I feel your presence around me often.  And, I know your prayers are still protecting me.  I picture you smiling your sweet smile down on me.  On all of us.  You are special and so beloved.

The majority of my memories of you are from my childhood in Texas.  I've experienced so much of my adulthood without you.  If you could see me now, on this farm, you'd be so happy.  And while the meaning of "farm" means two different things from where you lived and where I live now, they still hold the same sentiment.  There's a lot of age and maturity and experience for me between the two farms now.  As a child, going to the farm meant going to see Memaw and Pa and hours upon hours of making mud pies and chasing lightning bugs with cousins.  Homemade biscuits and gravy every morning and the most amazing pallet to sleep on at night.  (In Texas, ya'll know a pallet is a makeshift bed stacked high with your grandmother's old quilts, right?)