I couldn’t believe this was actually happening! My boyfriend and I were practically floating back to our car in downtown Seattle after leaving an appointment with the jewelers on a brisk January evening. We had just chosen the stone that would be used in my custom engagement ring, and we were bursting with joy, excitement, anticipation, and some really big love. There was laughing, hand holding, mile-a-minute chatter, and sweet kisses. This night could not get any better. And then . . . . .
Every Thanksgiving, my family gathers around the table and, with wild amounts of delicious food at our fingertips, we go around the table and each share something we are thankful for. It is a tradition I loved as a child and looked down upon as a teenager; I still remember my token response throughout my high school years: “My friends.” I was full of angst and attitude and wanted to make sure my family knew how much I valued my friends. High school Mallory was a real treat. These days, most . . .
One of the best parts about my writing life is the community of writers I get to know. Gina Butz is a fellow member of The Redbud Writers Guild, and she is blessing me and us with her words here today. Have you ever considered what you might say to your younger self? I love to imagine what that conversation would be like. Here, Gina gives us a peek into the words she would offer Gina the Kid. Imagine your eight-year-old self. If you could talk to her, what would you say? At eight my hair . . .
I’m in a leather chair at gate A23, awaiting my flight to Chicago. At this moment, I do not know who the next President of the United States will be. I have voted, taken several deep breaths, shed a few tears, and thanked the good Lord that this disgusting election season is coming to a close. What a season it has been. I’m flying to Chicago because I’m undergoing surgery on my ear this Thursday, at the hands of a fantastic Chicago-area surgeon. I have a condition in both ears that has . . .
Hi friends, This week, I don’t have a ton to say. I submitted an emotional piece a few days ago, which I hope will be published this spring. I’m feeling tired and mostly out of words. However, I’ve committed myself to this space. I want to show up here every week, in some form, even if I’m tired or speechless. I want to be a person who shows up even when I’m not at my best. Tonight, I’m not at my best but I’m here and sometimes that has to be good enough for us. What I cannot do tonight is . . .
Fall has arrived in my little Ohio town! I love it so much—the trees are every color, the air is brisk, and the crock pot makes every meal. I'm keeping busy working on a few submissions for various writing projects, which typically involves a lot of pacing around my house, positive self-talk, and battling the beast that is Procrastination. This week, I want to share a couple of pieces I wrote for iBelieve: The first is about embracing married life before having children. The second, a . . .