broken things.

yesterday i broke one of my favorite mugs. it shattered. slowly i collected the pieces and, as i did so, i knew they would never go back to the way they were. there would be no fixing this beautiful, one-of-a-kind treasure that was so recently gifted to me by a friend. the mug was broken; … Continue reading broken things.


After Hannah was born I had a desire to start running again. This desire was so strong, and so unusual for me, that her dad and I argued about whether or not it was appropriate for me to buy a jogging stroller. I insisted I would use it regularly. He said no way, it wasn't … Continue reading running