Another year, another letter. Read the others here. Well lulu, you’re seven — going on seventeen (and yes, your list of nicknames keeps growing). You’re going to be taller than Aunt Maddie and Mimi before we know it. And then you’re coming for me. Your ears are pierced. You’re in FIRST grade. Your baby tight…
life & love
Letter to my nephew, year one
You’re ONE. How did that happen? Luke Andrew – you are the happiest, smiliest, busiest little boy. Those big blue eyes make it impossible to say no to you. When you laugh, you sound like a paradactyl so we’re having a dinosaur themed party for you in a couple of hours. You love everyone. You…
Letter to my niece, year five
Every year on her birthday, I write a letter to my niece. You can read year one, year two, year three, and year four. Hi belle. You’re FIVE. The number of years you’ve been alive barely fit on one hand. (your mom is not handling this well, btw). You’re a little girl. This year cemented…
Cheersing to…2017
2017. I know, it was hard. Maybe harder than you (and certainly I) thought it would be. But we made it. Or maybe it wasn’t very hard at all, for you. If last year was a beautiful, breathtaking time – cherish it. Relish in it. Cheers to it, hard. It sounds pessimistic, but it won’t…
Letter to my niece, year four.
Every year on her birthday, I write my niece a letter. You can read the previous years’ letters here: Year one. Year two. Year three. hi belle. We call you that more often than Lily these days. It confuses people but they’re interchangeable to your family. Is that still a nickname of yours? I wonder…
wine talk: a note on why i’ve been away
hi guys. I’ve been sitting here, trying to figure out what to say. I’ve been away for the last couple of months, I know. My heart just hasn’t been here – it hasn’t been in a place where I feel like I’ve been a good enough me, the best me. The sassy me that started this little place….
Letter to my niece, year three
(i have written a letter every year, on my nieces birthday. you can read letter one here, and letter two here) Lily belle – you’re three years old today. You are spunky, and hilarious. You have a laugh that lights up the whole room. You love moo moo cows and turtles and your baby dolls….
the best kind of lost
I’ve been thinking a little bit about being stuck. About feeling like you’re in a canyon and you can’t find the way out you so desperately seek. How you convince yourself that if you stay the course, if you walk this tightrope, you’ll be just fine. You’ll come out fine. How you’ll be safe if…
Megan is a 20 something girl living in chicago who loves cooking, food and entertaining - with a glass of wine and a fierce opinion. always looking for the next foodgasm.
