Living the question
I started and stopped a few different blog posts for this week because none of them felt exactly right. If you’re an “F” (a Feeler) on…
What are you not worrying about?
There’s some worry in the world right now. Are you feeling it? I am, too. It’s showing up in odd places like how my body feels…
Unexpected utterances of two years of marriage
This week John and I are celebrating two years of marriage. It’s today, actually. Yes, St. Patrick’s Day. No, we didn’t have green beer at the…
How to be risky, how to be free
Risky: full of the possibility of danger, failure, or loss. Oxford Dictionary With today’s words, I will tell you how to be risky. Free of charge.…
Hi, my name is Alexis and I choose to not try to do it all.
Around this time last year, John and I sifted through all the wedding and event invitations, vacation plans, and day trips that had come our way.…
Where to store the stuff (a brief poem)
It’s somehow still here even after a hurried thrift store drop-off.
On finding familiarity in oatmeal (the color)
Yesterday I showed my husband two oatmeal colored sweaters I uncovered at a thrift store.
“They’re a little bit different, but I L O V E them,” I said.
“What is with you and that color? It’s almost as if you think you need more oatmeal colored sweaters,” he laughed.
The first bit will be difficult, so be gentle
Instead, we’re sort of in the thick of implementing our small steps towards the change we want to see. And, I’m realizing that even though we all have varying approaches to the new year, the one consistency everyone experiences together is the painful stretching.
Plasma, anyone?
Three years ago, my first experience donating plasma was exhilarating. The attendant rearranged and organized the plethora of tubing while taking great effort to ensure I…
If you give a husband a cast iron pan
If you give a husband a cast iron pan, he’s going to want to season it. Not just any husband – this kind of husband must…
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