Posts in "Narrative"

Love Is More Thicker Than Forget

“I feel like I’ve met you before.” The feelings I was experiencing were inconsistent with knowing someone for less than twenty-four hours. “You have,” he responded, “Don’t you remember? St. Andrew’s Church. 1942. You said you would write to me.” His eyes were twinkling and I felt a tiny panic inside. Was he serious? Did… Continue reading

The Pirate Who Stole My Heart

You need to grieve the stories of what might have been. There. I said it. Ronne and I have discussed this a lot in the past. I’ve been working so hard to be present these past few months and I’ve been doing a pretty damn good job at it. I’m learning how to hold those… Continue reading

The Two Date Rule and Why I’m Done With It

I have a lot of rules. An utterly ridiculous amount of rules. Last night I was having a conversation with someone and mentioned the way I was raised — an extremely conservative evangelical upbringing — with….yep, you guessed it A LOT OF RULES. “I’m not there anymore,” I said, “But I guess I make up… Continue reading

Spill the Wine

I think I swiped right mostly on Daniel because his pictures gave not even one f—. He sat in front of a tent in one, legs propped up on a rock, food in hand, staring down the camera with humor, his thick black framed glasses hiding his eyes. There weren’t any wide smiles in these… Continue reading

The Whiskey Pick-Up Line and the Prayer

“I write love stories,” I told him. “All stories are love stories, my dear,” was his response. One of my best friends, Micah, always says, “Your life is a movie,” and this conversation felt like one of those moments. This was not one of the Hallmark movies my mother had been forcing me to watch… Continue reading

I’m Just Here For the Cheeseburger

“Are you excited about meeting the Ginger?” The text popped up on my phone from Kevin as my car sped along the rainy highway. I was a little bit tired, the remnants of a two day migraine which had finally ran it’s course left me feeling hungover, and my stomach was making loud growling noises… Continue reading

Good Southern Men

“Good Southern men are slow movers,” Jason said between drinks of his miso soup. We were sitting in a hole-in-the-wall sushi restaurant reputed to be one of Nashville’s best. A drunken tourist behind us interrupted loudly to ask the table across the way what their thoughts were on Broadway. “Should it be DONE?” The visible… Continue reading

Love Experiment #57: Hit Me With Your Best Shot

This is a part of a series of letters I write to my one day great love. Yep. I’m that earnest. You are too. That’s why you’re reading this. <3 Darling man, This morning I wish I could reach over and and tangle my leg with yours, feeling your warmth while I write these words…. Continue reading

Welcome to Pleasantville…

I’m soaking up the sunlight glittering through the twelve windows in the room we’ve unimaginatively named “The Sunroom.” The birds are hollering back and forth as the wind sends crisp brown and golden leaves to cover the still green grass right outside the sliding glass doors. The same breeze is also gently nudging the rope… Continue reading

How My Family Helped Me Rebuild

This morning I sat with my family around the table at our favorite diner and talked for an extra hour after we’d finished breakfast. There was a lot of laughter. I had two dates this week and though I hadn’t thought much about it, they were horrified to learn I’d paid for each of them…. Continue reading