Kristen Kehoe

I'm a month late...ha, in my twenties that would have been a horribly scary thing to say. Chalk one up for your forties, ammiright, girls? I didn't really have anything to say at the beginning of the new year--nothing I wanted to put into the universe, at least. Part of that comes from what feels like a constant stream of noise happening, and the fact that I didn't want to add to it, to be one more person who put out words that didn't have thought behind them--or positive int

I'm two days overdue writing this post, but that's okay, because we were actually together, sweating and laughing and spending the day...

This celebration post is a day late because Liv had a sleepover on Saturday, which means that on Sunday the only thing I was inspired to...

Achille Island When I was twelve, I read Irish Thoroughbred by Nora Roberts. It began a lifelong love affair, not only with romance and...