daily mantra:
enjoy when you can, and endure when you must….
dear mikki and katie….
never tell this to your father….ever.
our secret…
pinky promise?!
we good?
okay…..
sometimes, i realize mid argument that i am {cough…cough…}
WRONG.
while this is devastating {and also very, very rare}, i will often try to continue the argument just for the sake of winning.
and i can fake...
dear Mikki and Katie…
when i was 16 years old, i experienced perhaps the worst possible, yet predictable, tragedy that one that age can possibly experience….a break up. i shouldn’t say that it was just ANY old break up because it wasn’t. my first ‘real’ boyfriend and i had been together an epic 10 months 15...
it was a sweltering summer afternoon on the Terrace and the ocean breezes of the morning had wilted. the humid, high 80 degree temperatures had won the battle this time and my best friend forever and i were drooping into a puddle on the swing set in her overgrown back yard. our only reprieve was...
dear Mikki and Katie…
so much of my life has been defined by a pair of thong flip flops and the mistakes i have made. at 21 years young, i walked into the post office in downtown bangor on a rainy afternoon, in my dark gray american eagle flip flops and too big for my head...
dear Mikki and Katie….
for a long time, i thought that the coast of Maine is where i was born to live…there is something about the water that pulls me under and it always made me feel a profound sense of peace and comfort. now that i have been gone from my little home town over...
