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5 Times Darren was My Lobster

Okay, so I’ve been sharing with you guys how Darren and I first got together, and I’m hoping to add a relationship category on here where I can talk about big moments in our relationship, but also about all the real life stuff that couples go through, you can read about how we first got…

Lincoln

“Miss LeCain, your Lincoln is waiting for you,” The service manager tells me that my car is beautiful, I smile and thank him, taking the key from him; he stumbles and gets his too big finger stuck in my key ring. I button my coat and walk out the door. I see the all too…

How to Know When to “Ruin the Friendship”

Okay…first of all…if you haven’t listened to the new Demi Lavato album, STOP everything you’re doing and listen to a few songs, namely “Ruin the Friendship,” “You Don’t Do it For Me Anymore,” and “Tell Me You Love Me,” anyway, in “Ruin the Friendship,” Demi sings about the moment she and a friend “ruin the…

Happiness vs. Suffering

I recently have gotten into Podcasts; I love listening to something inspirational and thought provoking on my morning commute. My normal go-to listens are At Home With (a Podcast where two women interview successful designers, YouTubers, and beauty experts in their personal homes, and describe the interior design as they ask questions about the success…

Home

My 25th birthday is three days away. Today, I push my Dad in a wheelchair and we meet with a gastrointestinal surgeon; he steps on a scale. He has lost 20 pounds in 20 days. We go into the office together. I sit on the table, Jim in his wheelchair, and Ab in the office…

My New Year

Hi everyone, birthday princess reporting and the breaking news?! I’m officially 25; like is this real life? Am I old? Do I need more night serums? How much does botox cost? Is that a gray hair? IS THIS MY LIFE NOW? I’m 25 and there are so many crazy wonderful things about that, like I…

Magic

I remember being a teenager, eating dinner with my family, and dancing in the kitchen afterwards. My Dad would wash the dishes, my Mom and I would dry them, we’d turn up the radio, she’d be giggling after her evening glass of wine, and we’d dance. Jim would scoop ice cream out of the container…

Neon Lights

I’ve never thought of myself as strong, maybe because no one else ever has, but I also never thought I’d be sitting in a dimly lit grocery store parking lot three weeks before Christmas with my Dad who was just diagnosed with ALS talking about our very short future. We sit, waiting for my Mom…

5 Things I Know to be True, at Almost 25

Call your Mom, like right now, stop everything and call her, you are all she thinks about, and someday she won’t be a phone call away, and you should laugh with, and love your parents as much as possible. Hold your Dad’s hand in public, I don’t care how old you are, the universe [unfairly]…