My Year in Cooking

I don’t like to cook, but I love to feed my husband. This first year of marriage has brought with it many culinary adventures. Like the time I accidentally put Beef Stew Seasoning on my “taco” meat and sobbed in despair over my ruined tacos. Max is pushing for a reality show starring me called…

A Thank You to My Work Family: New Beginnings & Difficult Endings

On occasion, I’m dramatic and theatrical. I recently suffered from a finger injury that occurred while flossing my teeth (think paper cut but with floss) and I talked non-stop about it for two days. I made my husband dress the wound with a butterfly bandage and gave him constant updates.  Occasionally, I’m theatrical. When it…

Our Great Debate Topics in Marriage (And Why They Don’t Matter)

Something I didn’t know about my husband before we got married is that he will not kill bugs; instead, he sets them free. I never imagined I would be living in some sort of wildlife preserve, but alas, Max just carefully removed a giant stink bug from my Kate Spade purse, opened our front door…

My Problem with Instagram

I don’t know what it is about Instagram, but I can’t trust myself with it. Albeit embarrassing, I will admit that I have downloaded, deleted, and re-downloaded the Instagram app on my phone about 40 times in the last year or so. If my husband sees me scrolling (when he knows I deleted it 3…

A Candy Dish Family

I was the childhood friend that respected no boundaries when it came to eating the other family’s food. When I showed up at the door, it was game time. I knew the pantries of my closest friends like the back  of my hand. I could close my eyes and navigate each shelf: the sweets and…

Rules for Insomnia

I’ve been having a hard time falling asleep lately. One would think that with as fast as my brain moves during the day, by bedtime all operations would shut down. Unfortunately for both me and my husband, this is not the case. Somehow, the transmitters in my brain actually come most alive as I lay…

My Struggle with Sharing the Gospel: Part 1

As a kid, I took my job of sharing my faith very seriously, and with the finesse and tact of a bull in a China shop. In third grade, I told my very best friend at the time that if she didn’t read her Bible, she was going to hell. I’m sure there was a…

Controlling the Clothes

I’m a “quantity over quality” person much like my grandpa. He would much rather get 17 mediocre popcorn shrimp at a restaurant than 8 of the best shrimp he has ever tasted in his life. I come from a family of bargain hunters; that electric, adrenaline filled reaction to finding a super good deal is…

Embracing the Lame in 2018

Once in awhile, I lament the fact that my life is pretty, well, lame. The life I lead is wonderful, but it is predictable: full of early bedtimes, chain restaurants and mostly staying home on the weekends. Last night was New Year’s Eve, so this morning I woke up and was reminded of just how…

Lessons Through My Kitchen Tile

Recently I have been fixated on how much I can’t stand our kitchen tile. The tile is a shade of white that never looks clean. The grout between the oversized tiles is uneven, discolored and dirty. Since it is light in color, every speck of dirt, ground of coffee and morsel of food shows up…

Purple Puke and Teacher Burnout

I hit my burnout point last week even though I did everything I could to avoid this. I followed all the “wisdom” to avoid teacher burnout: -I got enough sleep. Ask my husband. I am OBSESSED with getting enough sleep every night. I am so worried about getting enough sleep that many nights  I lie…

Holy Moments on a Tuesday Morning

On the way to work last week, I had Christmas music blaring: the same way I’ve been playing it for over a month already. As much as I still adore the music, I have to be honest, the excitement has subsided as I hear the jingling and familiar voices for the dozenth time. Maybe I…