Once upon a time…

I had my first baby and started a blog. That was in 2005. Nine years later, I had my fourth baby and stopped my blog. I spent the next year taking care of that baby and writing handwritten letters. Every day from March 9, 2015, to March 8, 2016, I took what I could say to the masses and doled it out to one person at a time, one letter at a time. I didn’t want my Letter Project to end.

I still write some letters, but now I write about writing letters, about what I learned in the process and how I became more human. I have decided to merge my thoughts on letter-writing with my interest in quotes and my fascination with minutiae into one big unfinished letter called a blog. It is addressed to you, with love.

Annie, Part 2

June 22nd, 2016|

Picking up where I left off last time, I am excited to offer you another dose of Anne Lamott.

Annie, Part 1

June 18th, 2016|

I ended my last post with this Rumi quote, which I copied from Anne Lamott’s book Traveling Mercies:


June 15th, 2016|

Day 7 of my Letter Project corresponded to the Ides of March. I don't know about ides, but I had plenty of ideas.

Team Team

June 11th, 2016|

My sister Holly invented the name Team Team for our tiny group of people that includes Holly and her husband Dwight, and me and my husband TJ.

Human-Sized Living

June 8th, 2016|

What is this life if, full of care / We have no time to stand and stare? (W.H. Davies)

A Letter to my Readers

June 5th, 2016|

Dear Reader, I wish I knew just who you are, so I could begin this letter with: Dear Holly, Blaire, Natalee, Phyllis, Ashley, Katharine, Leeza, Kristen, Sarah, Heather, Robyn, Jill, Andrea, Mandy, and Kristy...

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Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.


I’m out of mood elevators and I’ve found a pen.

-Greeting card quote

We’re walking temples of noise, and when you add tender hearts to this mix, it somehow lets us meet in places we couldn’t get to any other way.

-Anne Lamott, Small Victories