Posts from February 2015



These sticky notes represent my life. They are not a metaphor or an allegory–they are, in fact, my life. I’ve found after two years of marriage that Chris’s brain is so drastically different from mine (in function, not anatomy) that if I even attempt to approach problems/projects with his manner, I have a mental breakdown….



We got fingerprinted. The last time I was fingerprinted, I had to press my fingers into a inky black pad and pray to God the prints didn’t come out smeared. Chris and I headed over to a local police station and had our fingers electronically scanned on what felt like some top-secret government machine. I…