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…
life & love
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…
A keep going letter
i want to write a love letter to the world. i want to stitch up the aches, the pains that people are suffering. i want to steal the hate from people’s souls and infuse them with acceptance, with compassion. sometimes when i’m having a bad day, i make myself turn on the news. i watch…
a letter to my niece – year two.
(read letter one here) hi lil. i know, this is reallyyyyyy late. beyond fashionably late. but you’ll find out eventually, so you might as well find out now: i’m horrible with birthdays. i don’t know, they’re forced. they’ve also felt so obligatory. so silo-ed. i’m more of a, let me send you flowers for no…
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.
