Let’s Catch Up: Project 52, V. 6, 7, & 8

3/3/13: On a nursing school budget, the treat of the month was this bunch of daffodils bought at Price Chopper and brought home to sit with me at our rusty table waiting patiently for exams and winter to pass. 3/10/13: I came down with my first case of stuck-in-bed sickness since Jer and I got […]

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An Open Letter to my Husband

Hey, Baby! I know I left the mess of the century in our kitchen this weekend. I also know you’ve heard jolly good enough about how tired I am and how much I have to get done. I know I’m about to head off to work without scrubbing a single pot. I know you’ll come […]

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Project 52, V. 3

My husband is a numbers guy. He’s analytic, systematic, risk-averse, and studying his way through the 4 exams needed to become a CPA. But, all his wily know-how aside, Jeremiah is really just a creative tender of plants, fish tanks, and people. * Here, he’s inspecting the sun-dews he started from seed last winter *

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Project 52, V. 2

Yesterday, marked three years since the day I met Jeremiah Breer. He’s still my favorite thing to talk about and my favorite person to spend a lifetime with. The beginning of our relationship has been all zip and rush. I’m looking forward to a mellower next few years, which we’ll spend writing each other snarky […]

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The Only Goal

I geeked out over goals this year. Of course, with my indecisive ways, I won’t decide until May — at least — which of those goals I plan on putting into action and which will be neglected. The only goal worth sharing is this: Within five years, our annual Christmas/New Year letter will consist of […]

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A Letter to Readers

It’s been so long since I’ve blogged. I’m not a blogger, not really. I’m both too slow and too long-winded to pull off this fast-paced, techno-savy personal journalism. And, I’m not mommy-loving, belly-swelling, bread-baking enough to write one of those yummy fashion/motherhood blogs so many women adore. I know. And, none of those articles about consistency, […]

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Inside Out, Outside In

This is what happens when you live in a teeny-tiny apartment squashed atop a pizza shop and billowed in pot smoke and profanity. You optimistically name your little plot “Pie in the Sky,” you cook whopper disasters in a chintzy oven, you make out like parakeets (long story — ask my husband), you pray a fistful of grateful prayers, […]

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End of Vacation

The end of such a perfect vacation. This morning: Sipping coffee in a Vermont mug. Wearing my 50 cent Stampede find. Mulling over two weeks spent exploring the beauties of my home state and the mysteries of my marriage with my dearest, dearest friend and husband of one whole daring year. Be proud! I’m off to work, […]

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Learning to be Alone

On Monday, Jer and I will have been married one year. It’s a spectacular achievement. Jeremiah has learned to put up with his coy wife’s roundabout communication, and I’ve learned to tolerate my frank husband’s unmatched socks (and unfolded T-shirts, unmade bed, unwashed dishes, unclosed cabinet doors). Together, we’ve shaped a little nest at Pie […]

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