One Month at my parents’ house + A Very Merry Christmas

5:44 a.m. After this cup (several cups) of coffee and after my morning run around the neighborhood (I’m running again!) and after my dad takes my car to the Honda dealer to get checked out because he’s neurotic, I’m making the long and painful drive back to Colorado. And I’m feeling emotional about it. But …

Holy Thankful

Though I ate my fair share of homemade Thanksgiving dishes and pie, my heart is what's most full. Here we go. The five of us sat there, eyes closed, holding hands around a high-top dinner table piled with all the classics: buttery mashed potatoes, brown sugared yams, creamy and crunchy French’s green bean casserole, the remnants …