Reading. Writing. Me.
It was around 6p.m. on August 7th, 2017. I was eating the chili I'd made, watching a soccer game with my husband, and the Braxton Hicks that I've been feeling all day are not going away with water and elevated feet. In fact, they were starting to hurt a little. I looked at Tim. "Honey."... Continue Reading →
With Little Baby constantly reminding me of her imminent arrival by hearty kicks and punches, it makes sense that I'd devote a portion of my summer reading list to books on parenting and childbirth. The first book I tried was one I'd been encouraged to read by several sources. I was even handed a free copy of... Continue Reading →
Done. And considering my sweet little complication this semester, I think I did a pretty good job. Not that I'm taking sole credit for that. My husband ran me back and forth to every class, my mother-in-law encouraged me and proofread my writing, most of my professors were sweet and sympathetic to the challenges I had... Continue Reading →
