I love to write about wine, makeup, my children, the Eucharist, and how many chapel veils I buy when I’m drunk. Not in that order.
I’ve got lots of stories about postpartum preeclampsia and depression and second marriages and failed Pinterest projects.
Maybe sometime I’ll tell you the story about how the first thing with my married name on it was my grave.
Or maybe not.
You should totally keep reading to see, though.