startswithanx | August 5, 2010
As an adult, getting the Facebook friend request from the woman who birthed you is probably the teenage equivalent of having her chaperone prom. You want to drink the spiked punch, talk ish about the queen’s dress and enjoy the theme song from under the bleachers, but … um … SHE’S watching. How can you [...]
startswithanx | May 4, 2010
Of all the clothes I’ve loved before, nothing quite compares to the black billowing gown I slid into nine years ago. It was simple — predictable even — and thousands wore it the same day as me. But that didn’t lessen the sheer pride and sense of accomplishment I felt during the two hours I [...]
startswithanx | February 22, 2010
My suspicions started kicking in when Jake said my birthday dinner would be something I would “never forget.” I know, subtle. But yeah, that’s about the point I renewed my membership with TheKnot.com and began practicing my pretty cry. You know, the kind of cry soap opera stars have mastered where their chins tremble slightly [...]
startswithanx | February 11, 2010
Sleep talkers are my favorite. The stuff that’s said during a good sleep-talking session is always so random-tastic and often the kind of stuff that, said in the middle of the night while wearing your pajamas, might seem odd, but if the oracle on The Matrix or Yoda were to say it, it would totally [...]
startswithanx | January 5, 2010
The trip back to Utah was great for Jake and I, but for our daughter — who has four legs, blond hair and floppy ears — it was a wild, rip-roarin’ time. I guess that’s what happens when you’ve got a new suitor lusting after you with every corner you turn. I mean …. speaking [...]