Your words take me into your arms, curl around me, help me feel loved despite my imperfections. And hearing I am not the only one who strugg...

I have struggled for the past seventy-one days with how to talk about what I have been going through in my personal life. It is a strange ex...

Sometimes there are no words. I don't even know why I am writing this, because every single letter of this sentence feels inadequate, ...

I wrote my first full-length feature story in Mrs. Bolasky's second grade class. It was a joint writing project. I paired up with my bes...

Wake up. Take medication. Get some coffee. Pour some orange juice. Water the baby. Water the dog. Water the mama. Add some logs. Do the cr...

Thank you all for sharing your favorite posts with me. It meant a lot to me to hear what resonated with you. When I began writing here, ther...

I have never actually sat down to write you a letter. For some reason, it just didn't seem important. I don't talk to you in my head...

Almost one year ago , to the day, I was 32 weeks pregnant, helping my husband home from surgery. His cut 6"4' frame balanced on my ...

Breathe in through the nose. Out through the mouth. Stop thinking about breathing and just breathe. Monkey mind, Angie, monkey mind. I ju...

My only goal this year is to make peace with my body. Not write a novel, or even a blog post. Not to paint a picture every day. Not to run a...