Skip to main content



travel diary: SHV to ATL.

I've always been an emotional person. As a nine year old, I recall watching The Secret Garden on repeat, crying at the end every time. I remember feeling overcome with emotion as I reflected on how far all of the characters had come, how much they all had grown. My parents always asked me, "Why do you watch that movie, if you know it makes you cry?" 
Excellent question. But I didn't know the answer then, and I still don't really know the answer now. 
Now, I am an overly-emotional pregnant person. Things like seeing my favorite Christmas decoration on display the day after Thanksgiving in my parents' home made me cry. So did multiple commercials that we viewed in between football games over the last few days. 
It's always been a part of who I am, and I am guessing that it always will be. The one thing that makes it hard? I get embarrassed. Our society isn't one that really accepts emotional outbursts of any kind, especially in public. So, what am I su…

Latest Posts


on consistency & self discipline.

the sunday currently, volume 124.

small kindnesses.

the sunday currently, volume 123.

blogging in twenty-eighteen.

this november.

the sunday currently, volume 122: wednesday edition.

the sunday currently, volume 121.

on loyalty.