Last week I turned on the Today Show, as I typically do, and immediately noticed Matt Lauer’s absence. “He must be sick,” I thought, and went on with my morning. Several minutes later, I saw the headlines begin to populate my Facebook newsfeed. He was sick alright. Lauer had been fired for inappropriate sexual behavior in the workplace. My stomach sunk. Was I shocked? Immediately, yes, because there is a shock factor when someone is at work one day, in their twentieth year on the job, and . . .
Thanksgiving has come and gone and it's now socially appropriate to blast Christmas music during all hours of the day (yay!). The holidays are here, which can elicit wildly different emotions for each of us. Maybe the hope of this Christmas season feels incredibly tangible to you; maybe you know in your head that there is hope, but you're struggling to feel it in your spirit. That's okay. I am so delighted to welcome Elisabeth Klein to the blog today. She's sharing out of her newest . . .
I was six weeks pregnant on our two year wedding anniversary. “Where do you want to go to dinner?” My husband asked me. “I’ll take you anywhere!” I had been looking forward to this and spent the days leading up to our anniversary looking at a number of restaurants, scouring menus and reviews; but, at the end of the day, I really just wanted a grilled chicken sandwich from Wendy’s. Thank you, pregnancy. So we hit the drive-thru and ordered a haul, then we went home and ate Wendy’s on the . . .
This week, I [finally] announced publicly that my husband and I are expecting! Our first child will be joining us in April and we couldn’t be more excited (and overwhelmed and terrified and grateful, etc., etc.). It has been a wild couple of months since finding out about the baby. Many of you will remember a post that I published in late July after having found out that I was not pregnant, though there were several days when all clues had alluded otherwise. I was upset and scared, fighting . . .
I’ve been a little bit proud and a lot bit celebratory this week as I approach my two-year writing anniversary on October 16th. This is, of course, not marking the moment when I first began writing, but it is the day when I committed to publishing a piece of new writing at least once each week. My brand new husband and I had moved halfway across the country only a couple of weeks earlier. We didn’t have internet in our home yet, so I went to a nearby Panera, took a deep breath, and created my . . .
I love words. Every day, I am putting words together in speech or in writing. With words, I and my work come to life. In order to have a sufficient output of words, I have to have enough input. So I read a lot of books and articles and I listen to podcasts and music, because I cannot be a hollow writer. I have to be filled in order to offer anything. Oh, and then there’s the social media—do we all have an ambivalent relationship with it?—where I can keep up with the happenings of my friends, . . .