Writer, wife, mother, adventure-seeker.
BA in English from Colorado College & Masters in Creative Writing from the University of Melbourne
Fiction & Non-Fiction
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Packing for the trip goes relatively easily, save for the three different trips I have to make to three different stores to find Millie a properly fitting snow suit. “And boots,” Tucker had told me. “She needs snow boots.” Ignoring the fact that she is not even close to walking yet, a separate issue that I am already worried enough about, do you know that no one stocks snow boots for a nine-month-old? I was able to find some on Amazon, but they wouldn’t ship in time. I get a couple pairs of really thick socks and some too large rain boots. That should be good enough.
You're Gonna Miss This
You're gonna miss this You're gonna want this back You're gonna wish these days hadn't gone by so fast These are some good times So take a good look around You may not know it now But you're gonna miss this -Trace Adkins
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On my way home from campus, I stop in at the grocery store to get some things for dinner. And a nice bottle of wine. Something bold, spicy, and a tad pricier than our usual twenty-dollar bottles. This grant is definitely a cause for celebration and a great start to our vacation. Other than that, I don’t know what to get. I used to be much better at planning out meals for the whole week, but recently, it’s been more of a day by day thing. I find less food goes to waste that way. There always seems to be too much left over.
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I make it to campus just in time for my meeting. Sasha, the department secretary, is ready with the papers I asked her to prepare and a cup of coffee. Sasha definitely brightens up an otherwise drab, academically beige office. She has a big personality only further heightened by her big hair and bright wardrobe. If you saw her walking down the street, you would never guess she works as a secretary, at a university none the less, but she does. And she’s the best one on campus.
Angst Was Riding Shotgun
Growing up, I would have never been considered a very angsty child. I followed the rules and would have definitely been called a teacher’s pet. Okay, on multiple occasions I was called the teacher’s pet. I lived a sheltered life and had very little to feel moody about. But in the summer of 2001, the state of California gave me a little card that said I was allowed to drive. And everything changed. I put on my cargo pants, slid on my Oakley sunglasses, jumped into my mom’s Ford Expedition, and hit the road. I was in the driver’s seat and angst was riding shotgun.
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Five o’clock in the morning is my time. I was never the biggest morning person, struggling to come alive before eight on a good day, but that changed once I had a child that kept me up all night long. Now, it seems no matter how tired I am at other times, I am always wide awake at five in the morning. So, starting just a few months ago I figured I might as well take the opportunity to get a bit of the pre-pregnancy me back. And I decided running was the best way to do that.
Just Let Me Die Here (A serialized novel)
Prologue This is the absolute best. There is no one else on the trail with me and I stop for a moment to take in the view, and the quiet. The wonderful, delicious, delicate quiet. It hovers, suspended in the air like a thin sheet of ice just waiting to crack. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced such peace. The view is beautiful, beyond anything I could have imagined when I dreamed of skiing these mountains. The snow-frosted pines stretch on for miles, an endless sea of evergreen glittering in the afternoon sun. The snow beneath my skis is pristine, the groomed path stretching off to the horizon then curving down to the valley below.
Conquering the Peak
What have I gotten myself into? I cling to the side of the mountain as the path narrows and curves up the steep incline. The sun hovers over me and turns my once comforting jacket into a stove.