It’s been a rough few weeks/months in Mirandaland, y’all. In January I mostly amicably split from a freelance gig I’ve had since 2012. Emma got the flu, then I got the flu and then I got bronchitis. At the end of February, my job dissolved in front of my eyes during what would prove to be my…
i love my husband
How I Knew He Was The One
When I was in college, I lived alone. At least for a while. While I lived alone, I got a cat. Because I wanted a companion and also because I was an English major and also because, hey, I was alone. And sort of in a quagmire of aloneness where it seemed appropriate to have…
A Fun Date With Food Trucks
You’ve heard of food trucks, yes? A slew of them have rolled into Atlanta in the past year or two. As their popularity has increased, so has Dan’s interest in their offerings. Knowing about his interest in the food trucks and his love for trying new things, and because we don’t get out without the…
Lucky Number Seven
It’s been seven years since I stepped into the sunlight on an unusually blistering afternoon in May wearing a white dress that weighed what felt like 20 pounds. Seven years since we said “I Do” in front of friends and family and then ate cake and drank punch and drove off toward our shared future….
The boys
“Daddy…” “Hey, Daddy…” “Daddy will be home soon. Then we can play racing!” “Daddy, pick me up.” “Hey, Daddy, let’s play monster trucks.” I love that this boy loves his daddy, and I love that his daddy loves him.