celebrating a best friend


I’ve made a lot of friends over the years– in high school, in college, in the working world, and now at seminary. In every stage of life we meet new friends who are in similar situations that we are, and it’s always fun when new people enter our lives.

But there’s something irreplaceable about a friend you have known since you were in braces, since before you cared about boys, since you wore calf-length tube socks and weekend activities entailed nothing more than a raucous sleepover at a friend’s house.

I’ve known my friend Kim since seventh grade, when I moved from elementary school to the all girls middle school Harpeth Hall, which to me seemed like an all-day sleepover when I first arrived. It pretty much stayed like that until we graduated from high school.


Kim and I were possibly the most annoying girls to ever walk the halls of our school. This weekend, while we were in New Orleans celebrating her bachelorette party, we spent some time going over all of the antics we used to perform in the hallways of our school, and I have to admit that if I were a teacher there I probably would have hated us.

cafe du monde

Just a brief sampling of some of our “jokes”: We played “narcolepsy” (pretty self-explanatory, right?), repeatedly screamed “happy birthday” to one another in extremely loud, annoying voices, usually until someone stopped us because we would never stop ourselves; had fits in the middle of Latin class where we jumbled up everything on our desk as loudly as possible until our teacher gave us the eye; openly mocked our semi-masculine P.E. teacher by putting our hands on our hips like she did and speaking in deep voices like we were in charge of the class; numerous other activities that cannot be mentioned on this blog…the list could go on and on but I know my husband is rolling his eyes right now so I’ll stop.


(despite the glasses, this is not Kim, but one of her college friends, Sally.)

So to see Kim get married and to get to be a part of this time in her life is such a privilege, and I know that no matter whom I meet, no matter who my friends are wherever I am, no one can ever replace the friends who have seen me grow up, who have lived more of life with me than they have without me. I’m lucky to have a few of those friends still, and they are priceless.


I wasn’t the most fun participant in the weekend because I was a bit under the weather (“haven’t you been under the weather for like a month?” “why yes, reader, you are correct! it’s quite fun, i might add.”), but New Orleans is always a good time, as you can tell from the pictures.

It’s such an interesting city to me, it’s full of character and great food and entertainment, but it’s also poor and dirty and full of debauchery. Some of it is the fun debauchery, but some of it is that debauchery that leaves you feeling a little bit sick, and a little bit sad, and it makes you want to take some people aside and ask them if they are really having any fun, if this is really what they want to be doing with their lives. It’s definitely a place that warrants short visits, so as not to get dragged down by what really goes on behind closed doors.

Luckily for us, we had a fabulous time, ate some good food, got some huge daiquiris, and enjoyed time with good friends. It was a great preview for the weekends to come that we get to celebrate Kim and her soon-to-be husband Travis. My little Kimi is growing up!

Kim, I love you, I’m honored to be a part of your wedding and a part of your life, and I can’t wait to see you walk down the aisle!


these days

There are times when I feel like my brain won’t stop working, I think double-time about everything that happens in my life, and things that aren’t even happening in my life, and I could spend hours writing in my journal trying to get it all out of my head.

Then there are times where I can sit down and try to think about things, like, for instance, something to write about on my blog, and literally nothing comes to mind. It’s as if my mind is on vacation, taking a rest from those times when it’s in overdrive.

Can you guess where my mind is now?

I don’t know what it is, but my thoughts are all dried up these days. Or at least my ideas, for writing blog posts. Maybe it’s because I have a lot to think about in my everyday life, practical matters that require most of my brainwaves. Or maybe it’s because, for the most part, my life is pretty boring and predictable right now. Not in a bad way, I love it because things are going well and there’s no drama, but I feel like it sort of stifles creativity.

I suppose I’m just being whiney. I shouldn’t be complaining, should I? But as a writer, I’m like, come on world! Give me something to write about! Maybe I should listen more.

Just give me a little while to get back on top of my game. In the meantime, you get to read posts like this one. And look at pictures of my puppy.

In other news, I go to New Orleans this weekend for one of my best friends’ bachelorette party! So that should bring back some exciting stories, or at least a few extra pounds. I can’t even begin to tell you how much food I plan to eat. I’ll be sure to Instagram all of my meals, like a good little hipster.


boring me



finding nemo

Well, I got my New England winter last weekend.

blizzard nemo

I tell ya, whoever said big snows would make you sick of winters up North obviously had never met a southerner born in December. I would have rather been in Hamilton Massachusetts than Paris France this weekend.


I had been quite disappointed at the way the winter had been going, particularly after a 100% prediction of 6-10 inches found me waking up to a mere dusting one morning. I was not a happy camper that morning.

So even when the weather men (to save face from the last time, I’m sure) said that unlike other times when they weren’t completely sure of their predictions, they were pretty confident this time, I was skeptical.


So when we went out at 11:00 Friday night to the above picture, I was beside myself.

According to our uber-scientific measuring tree outside my friend Shelly’s window, we had about a foot by Friday night, and about two feet by Saturday morning. And the snow continued all day Saturday.

snow angel

We made snow angels, ate snow cream, sledded, I even made myself hot chocolate as an appropriate afternoon snack. I’ll never be too old for snow.

snowy road

That’s all I really have to say about that. I mainly just wanted you to see what I got to experience this weekend. I was in heaven. Pure, joy-filled, heaven. I hope it happens again. Like, next week.