About Age


I felt under the weather last weekend--even feverish--and only yesterday did I feel like myself again. The storms sweeping Texas gave me all the more reason to make the couch my permanent residence all weekend long.

Somehow, I still managed to see nearly every nearby family member at some point or another. From sweet baby Max after mass to dear Marmie during Sunday dinner to show her last week's post dedicated to her.

When addressing questions on the size of my family, I always wind up saying something along the lines of having "the best of both worlds." My older siblings act as my sounding boards, always one to two steps ahead of me in major life stages or milestones, and the roles reverse as I act as a role model aunt to my younger nieces and nephews.

That puts me somewhere in the middle, which is kind of how I've felt at the crux of college and career all this year. Blogger bestie Annie talked about our age last week, and I am going to do the same.

William and I have talked about it at length, particularly the point that we should embrace whatever age we are. This means that at age 6 and three-quarters, you play outside until it's dark and you're called in for dinner. At 15, you should be spending more nights at your best friend's house than your own. And at 22, you accept the fact that you're still figuring it all out.

That's the overarching item on my to-don't list: don't expect to fit it all in, cross it all off, get it all done and figure it all out, all you young twenty-somethings.

And for everyone! Spend more time being, not doing.

Notes & Posts


Pictured on the far right in the pink suit is a Mom to six, a Marmie to 21 & a great Marmie to 13. 
My grandmother--Marmie, we call her--celebrated another year well-lived on Monday. A few years back, my oldest brother and her oldest grandson, Chris, compiled a book of birthday messages from her grandkids.

Marmie with her oldest son & my dad. Mom barely makes the background blending into the seventies wallpaper.
Being prompted to pause and put into words how only a wonder of a woman could raise a dad like mine was a very gratifying exercise.

I find joy in writing personal notes for most of the same reasons I find joy in writing personal posts. My current read resonated this all the more in discussing 'The Lost Art of Letter Writing': "it is cherished because it possesses a permanent, enduring quality, something often carefully saved or preserved by its owner."

Cherished it she has, having read our notes countless times since, remarking how no one time is any less touching than the time before. In this way, this simple gesture is stunning proof that letters do worlds of good on both the sending and receiving end.

So here we are again, two years later, and all that I wrote still holds true, Marmie: I appreciate your constant curiosity about our lives, goals, interests and whereabouts.

I admire how your fashion sense has yet to fade--seasonal sparkly earrings included!

And above all, I love that your favorite time is family time.

This year, I have one thing to add. Thank you for repeatedly recognizing my way with words. Your encouragement to continue writing and perhaps pursue getting published is valued more than you may realize.

So, now you know. But for today, I wanted to show you the space I put this skill into practice most. Here's to you Marm, whom I dedicate this blog post.

Happy birthday!

A & B


I am fortunate to work somewhere where keeping your personal goals in check is highly encouraged. Mine is blogging once a week and in setting this goal, I knew that at times, it would have to be short and sweet.

This is one of those times. So, this post is short, and it's dedicated to two people who make life sweet.

win or lose, always smile with you...but, glad we won :)
Annie! Thank you for never failing to find me despite whichever frenzy of fans might be in our way. Last year, it was the masses of music festival folk at Austin City Limits. And this past weekend, you circled the Cotton Bowl round all the way to your rival's side to reunite a year later.

Between our annual encounters, I admire watching how you work then write, play 'til you can post, and bake for your blog's sake. It's not easy, but Take a Bite is a testament that no stage in life is too busy to put posting on pause. I can't wait for TAB's face lift at the end of the month!

thanks for taking a breakfast break with me, BB!

Now, from A to B. I am rich in both quantity and quality where siblings are concerned, the benefits of which are many. My sister Amy's bestie, Brettne, is something I wish I was--an avid reader. She turned this passion into her profession as a literary agent in New York. A group of four make up her newly established boutique firm, The Book Group, and it's with this that she has done what we all aspire to do--fulfill a dream.

She was with Amy the night I was born and has since watched the budding writer in me unfold on BOD. She's no stranger to bloggers turned book authors as she collaborated with Camille Styles and Erin Gates of Elements of Style on their first published works.

If she caught their attention, it should come as no surprise she's had mine over the years and the admiration of many. When I made a trip up to Manhattan at the end of last month, I made sure to ask her advice on how to continue to finding avenues to write that didn't involve crafting an e-mail. After all, she makes a living out of "cultivating writers throughout their careers."

She told me this, "Read. Read what you love, and figure out why you love reading it. Then, write without reason."

So, I spared not a second more before heading to Central Park with the book I had borrowed from my mom and brought on the plane, The Lost Arts of Modern Civilization.

The preface starts off with this: "The only end of writing is to enable the readers better to enjoy life," from Samuel Johnson. And this week, I leave you with that, in hopes that one part of this literary piece, more basically called a blog post, enabled you to better enjoy the life you live today.

Wonderful Whirlind


A "wonderful whirlwind" are the words Merl and I chose to describe this phase of our lives. It's fast and it's furious. It's full of newness, yet we're expected to go forth on just knowing the old. Days look the same but can feel so different. 

One of my tricks to navigating times of transition is making time for reflection. I haven't made that time up until this past weekend and didn't want it to end there. So, it continues here as I write on nothing more than this and that and all the things that make this whirlwind so very wonderful. 

Pie in the sky! To-go for two from our favorite, Solario. The simple weekends can sometimes be the most fulfilling. 

Her old soul fits her cozy law school abode. I'll work from your home any day of the week, Moll.

They say the Red River Shootout is anyone's game, so I remain hopeful for a victory in Dallas this weekend. Rest assured all will feel right when these roomies reunite in Nico's new Dallas digs.

Studying Bible study at a Bible study was exactly what I needed yet failed to realize until the opportunity fell into my lap thanks to a co-worker, Caroline. We're reading this book, which inspires ways to read and reflect on the text more thoughtfully.
Stay tuned! Spreading the love into several more posts.