the year he was three poem

i hope i don’t forget: how you changed the pronunciation of banana to bonana and called coins “points”. how obsessed you were over hamsters, wanting to watch them go through mazes, wanting to check out so many books about them, and asking to be one for Halloween. how you questioned why I was brushing my... Continue Reading →

a good childhood poem

When I watch her swing or dance or laugh or live her best life, I pray to myself, that if she chooses to have her own children one day, she can hold them in her arms, kiss their foreheads, and hope they have a childhood like hers.

Oh Boy…

As you may know, I had a miscarriage at 12 weeks in December 2017. In March, we got pregnant again, and now, in August of 2018, we have made it to the halfway point of a new pregnancy, and the ultrasound technician told us we are having a boy. I asked her how confident she... Continue Reading →

six years poem

six years ago, we nervously and absurdly dressed our 21 year old bodies in the most expensive things we'd ever owned, threw caution to the wind, and decided wherever life would take us, we'd go together. six years later, thank God our lives have taken parallel paths because neither of us emotionally resemble the kids... Continue Reading →

thinking about the past poem

is there a word for thinking about the past that isn't nostalgia- because you don't look back on it fondly, and not regret- because it happened to you without your permission? when memories activate heartache? i learned something recently- there are some people that can live decades with tumors that don't kill them. all they... Continue Reading →

Chinook Dates: May 2018

Okay, so spring didn't really actually happen in my interpretation of this year, and all of the sudden months had passed by before we realized we were trying to actually go on creative dates. See 15 Chinook Book Dates Under $50 for the original plan. Ben made sure we actually went on a date this month, and... Continue Reading →

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