but loving him was red.

Let's play a little game.  I'll say a word and you say the first word that comes to your mind. Ready... RED. Now some of you may say words such as "apple", "wine", or "shoes". Others may say "roses", "hearts" or "lipsticks". Me, and Taylor Swift, we would say "Love".  Love is Red.  Red is Love.  Love …

o-h-i-o, i-m-i-s-s-y-o-u.

If home is truly where the heart is, then Ohio will always be home. Lately, as the thirties continue to make me more maternal and sentimental than I ever imagined being, I've been realizing more and more that my heart has been stranded there since I relocated to Chicago nearly five years ago. And after a …

the in-between: that phase between engaged and babies

More now than any other time in my life (thus far), I am completely aware of the transitional periods that life throws upon us.  For example, those few months between college graduation and "the real world" presented many challenging moments for me as I tried to figure out those inevitable questions "Who am I?" and …

yes, yes, yes!

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible. (Nora Ephron) Sixteen months ago to the day, I found myself on an A*MAY*ZING first date with a guy I met the week before at a country bar on …

the past thirteen months.

A few weeks ago, my dad asked me, "Do you still have your blog?" I answered with a strong "yes", but then found myself explaining (aka making excuses) that while I have a blog, it's not necessarily something that I would classify it as an active blog. And for those of you who have read …

i’m not in kansas, that’s the one thing I know for sure.

For the past two weeks, I've been telling myself to Just blog it out.  That used to always make you feel better.  But the truth is, I've stared at this screen many nights trying to do just that and absolutely nothing comes out.  There's no image of motivation, or song lyric for inspiration.  No title …

all of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who i am.

When you're twenty-nine years old and only beginning your first relationship, people tend to ask, "Why?" to defend that there is nothing wrong with you.  But they might as well save their breath, because there actually is something wrong with you.  I mean how is it that you can be mere months away from a milestone …

all those times we looked up at the sky, looking out so far. we felt like we could fly…

I used to call myself a dreamer.  There really was no better way to describe who I was.  I used to spend my days reminiscing about past memories- and all those regrets in my childhood- and daydreaming about what the future held for me.    I haven't done much dreaming lately.  In fact, for the past year- maybe …

if i can love again… and jennifer aniston can love again… so can you…

Every now and then, I'm reminded of a post I wrote about a year and a half ago.  It's a post that many have thanked me for writing because it comforted them to know that someone else had experienced the same loss, pain, and heartbreak as they have.  The post is called, Regrets and mistakes, they're …

twenty seconds of insane courage.

Sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage, just literally twenty seconds of embarrassing bravery, and I promise you something great will come of it. (Benjamin Mee) It's a Saturday night and I am perfectly content sitting on my couch in sweatpants, a ponytail, and leftover make-up from brunch this morning- watching Grey's Anatomy.  Sitting here now, …