Author: Morgan

Slipping into the Vortex

We were born in the valley.   We grew up here.   We met here.   We had our first date over milkshakes at Cafe 50’s (where we took photos in the photo booth that would end up resurfacing as our return-address stamps on the wedding invitations we’d send out nine years later. ) We are like the Galleria-loving opposite of those snotty… Read more →

So…does this make me a Nun?

The other day, Scott stopped in to Rigo’s Taco’s on Woodman. As he was leaving, the clerk waved goodbye, calling after him: “say hi to god for me.” Tom (who was with him) and I were both, naturally, amused by this. Scott on the other hand took it (coupled with the fact that I’d already taken to addressing him exclusively… Read more →

366 Days Later

That’s what a one year old defrosted top tier of a wedding cake looks like. (I put the cake topper back on it for kicks.) Today is the Hubs and I’s 1st anniversary. (Well, first wedding anniversary…and actually pretty close to the thirteen year anniversary of our fateful meeting in front of the Mountain Dew machine at Notre Dame high… Read more →

Who’s That Girl?

So, yesterday I decided to go RED. I even dyed my eyebrows. (It’s quite convincing, actually.) Anyway – I’ve been thinking a lot lately about hair color, and the role it’s played in my life. What started with a little innocent spritz of Sun-In in the sixth grade, quickly became a life long love affair with color. From there, it… Read more →