It's the new year. This one snuck up on me. I have to admit, I'm tired already. A lot of sadness happened last year, paired with a lot of great things, too. There were tears and smiles. Sometimes a great belly laugh was thrown in as well.

I turned 26 last week. My husband and I spent my birthday walking the beach in Big Sur, California. Dawn was breaking. This was just the way I wanted to start year 26: Peaceful...watching the waves crash. This was a great time to reflect...

2 years of marriage. 5 years together. Wowza. I love this man. Never in my life did I dream about marriage. I guess I was just not that kind of girl.

Somedays, like anybody, I feel down in the dumps, unmotivated and just plain "poopie" if you will. When I feel this way I have to force myself out of bed while singing "One more day!!!!!" (You know - that song from "Le Mis").

When Aaron and I first got married I thought I had love all figured out. You just hug, kiss and talk about how much you love being together and "Bam" that's it. Happy happy marriage... Right? Enter: The rude awakening. Marriage doesn't...

When A and I are looking for something to do on any given day, we usually walk. We love walking to find new discoveries, reconnect with places we love and, most important, reconnect with each other. We start from home and then....wander, wander...

Society since the 70s has promoted “I am woman hear me roar” and pushed the notion women don't need men, but sometimes, when my husband and I are in completely separate parts of the world, I really miss him. This doesn't mean I'm not...