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I stood at the starting line with split-times written on my hand beside women who looked like this was their life not their hobby. The race might have been a fun outing for the thousands lined up behind us, but for those of us who could see the starter pistol it...

"It's a bad, bad day," I hear from the other side of the door, as the child who was just narrating her morning routine with song begins to slowly devolve into that puddle of emotions, unrestrained. "It's always a bad day for me. Every day is a bad day," she says...

I strained my eyes through the cracked wooden doors that hid me in my dress from the long aisle of that nearly two hundred year-old church, trying to absorb the music above the pounding in my chest. The pews were packed with those who came to see this little girl say...

After a day together -- of filling up that bucket of hers with cuddles and kisses and long minutes-turned-into-hours of time, with our elbows bumping up against each others' -- came the barrage of questions. "Can we have ice cream tonight, Mommy?" "Can I stay up past...

We found each other when life felt carefree, untainted, and we forged a sisterhood over late-night daydreams of changing the world -- and sugar. A decade-plus spanned the distance between those high school nights and when we were later reacquainted. As we caught up...

Though there were a series of stories just like these, I hold on to one. The only way I can date it is by remembering that awful blue we painted in the spare bedroom of our quaint newlywed cottage. We were painting that day. The walls were almost dry, we were on the...