• Muddy puddles.

    *** Well, ladies and gentlemen, I fit back into my wedding dress. And I’m proud to say there was nary a pair of pliers, spanx or even three grown adults in sight trying to get it on me. Yes, it fits a little, er, differently. But… when I put it on and could actually get it zipped up, I felt as magical and alluring as Melisandre, the red priestess. (Let’s not talk about the glaring visual parallels of me taking off the dress and Melisandre taking off her necklace…) Anyway. It was a personal goal of mine to get back into that dress… someday. I didn’t actually think it would…

  • The gift of time.

    *** I hate scary movies. HATE them. I have enough anxiety in my life without the unnecessary trauma of monsters/zombies/ghosts/demons jumping out of nowhere and trying to kill someone. For that very reason, I also hate Halloween haunted houses.  Once, when I was a kid, my friend Dani and I went to a nearby “haunted house” for Halloween. I was terrified, but she wanted to go through it so badly. We were with other friends of hers and I didn’t want to be the only wuss. So, we agreed to walk through it in a “train” formation. I kept my eyes closed the ENTIRE time and sang to myself as I held onto…

  • A marriage evolved.

    *** On Christmas eve this year, at about midnight, after running through the house like quick and quiet gazelles, getting everything in order for the next morning, I came out of the bathroom in my pajamas ready to crawl into bed and collapse from exhaustion.  I looked at my husband, Brian and he nodded over to my side of the bed, which housed a prettily wrapped Victoria’s Secret bag. My face lit up – and then instantly contorted into a cringe I obviously didn’t hide very well. Brian immediately said, “No! It’s part of your Christmas gifts – but I couldn’t give it to you in front of the girls! It’s not for tonight!” I burst out…