A short collection of thoughts about daughterhood.

When I was 6, his hands grasped my small ones that lay on the handles of my tiny pink bike as he pushed me through the freshly mowed grass in our Austin house. We practiced and practiced until I was comfortable with falling and then took on the asphalt…

I’m with one of my favorite people in one of my favorite cities this week as we close out July. It’s a strange feeling, to be here with this person that I hold so dearly…

The house where I spent my early childhood was a good size: a few bedrooms, a roomy backyard and a basement filled with toys and space to play. A red brick colonial-style house with a standing lantern…

Last week, I sat across the table from a dear friend as she submitted the last assignment of her college career. I was engrossed in my own work…

I wrote this month’s piece a number of times, revising, cutting, rewriting, and each time I would wander aimlessly…

I’ve been arranging and rearranging the furniture in my room over the past couple of months in an attempt to bring…

Given that this post is finding its way to the blog on Valentine’s Day, I started this piece with every intention of singing the tune…

Pretty recently I took a road trip to walk through the campus where I spent my freshman year…