Feathers, Football and Forbidden Favorites

Every year, right about now, the same quiet panic sets in. Football is about to take my co-viewer for six months, and the shows we love are piling up. So I do what any reasonable woman would do. I run a campaign.

Someone’s Honey

I was at my brother’s house when I glimpsed the name my sister-in-law had saved him under in her phone. Two small words that undid something I had carried for years.

Head Over Heels

One morning, mildly annoyed and full of attitude, I said a curt goodbye, walked out of the bedroom, and tumbled down the stairs. What happened next is why I love him.

Unchecked Baggage

I have rules about travel, and I keep them. Then I came home worn out.

An All-Consuming, Finite Love

A really good book asks for my devotion, my attention, my time, and then it ends. A reflection on reading as a finite love, complete with longing and a reluctant goodbye, and why I choose it every time anyway.

Back That Thang Up

It started with Hubby backing into a parking space I would have pulled straight into. That one moment sent me down a rabbit hole of all the little everyday differences between men and women.

City Girl: CarriEl

Carrie turned moments into meaning and heartbreak into sentences. CarriEl is the part of me that does the same, and the reason this blog exists.

City Girl, Reimagined

Twenty-eight years after Sex and the City debuted, I’m still finding pieces of myself in these four women. This week I’m exploring all of them.

50 Words About 50

After fifty posts, I believe this more than ever: Anyone’s life can be an inspiration. Including mine.

The Long Way Around

Sometimes the real love story is not chemistry, history, or timing. Sometimes it is becoming true friends after life changes you both.