The Reinhard Chronicles: Life Without a Microwave

Sometimes my own ability to do impossible things astounds me. The fact that I can totally make microwave popcorn on the stove, is beyond amazing. Living a microwave-less lifestyle for the past 10 months hasn’t made me a better person or given me hippie green visions of enlightenment. But life without a microwave has certainly made me more aware of how freaking long it takes to boil stuff on the stove! Continue reading “The Reinhard Chronicles: Life Without a Microwave”

True Thanksgiving

We were all bundled up, and packed into the car, the smells of buttered mashed potatoes making my mouth water. The snow hadn’t started yet, but the skies had been hinting at it for a week and by the end of the night, tiny snowflakes would be drifting to the ground to form the first layer of winter. We were gather at the Lighthouse, a regular building on a corner, where missionary and military families would be gathering to share a collective Thanksgiving dinner together.

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The Reinhard Chronicles: 2,396 Miles

Nothing says roadtrip quite like U-hauls packed to the hilt, 2,3396 mile drives, and a lot of fast food. The month of September was pretty crazy for Chesh and I. We left camp around the 12th and then proceeded to drive halfway around the country to see family and friends before the big move to Michigan. Continue reading “The Reinhard Chronicles: 2,396 Miles”

Memorable Dreams (Day 6)

With my wedding to Cheshire quickly approaching (43 days from today), I’ve been having a lot of dreams about weddings lately. Most of them involve things going horribly wrong, or huge miscommunications (like the photographer not showing up, or performing the wedding on the wrong day, or losing the rings and replacing them with DIY seashell rings hot glued to tin foil rings). Usually I … Continue reading Memorable Dreams (Day 6)

Childhood Memories (Day 4)

My childhood is a combination of pictures scrunched together to fill in the holes of what I remember. Sometimes I have a hard time distinguishing between pictures I’ve seen and memories I remember. But there are memories that I have never forgotten. Things from my childhood that I think about all the time. I remember them so clearly, it’s like I’ve been thrown into a … Continue reading Childhood Memories (Day 4)

The Meaning Behind Hannarchy (Day 3)

I realize a while ago that I don’t like being told what to do. Being told to be quiet and just listen has never made me a happy pickle, and I hate the “it is because it is” answers. Being more aware of my stubbornness doesn’t always help me though, and I find myself questioning people’s methods all the time. I suppose there are good … Continue reading The Meaning Behind Hannarchy (Day 3)

Love is…

For the past two years I have worked at Camp Sandy Cove, a Christian camp nestled up in the mountains of West Virginia. My first summer there I worked as a Chief (the camp’s term for counselor), with the Squaws (the camp’s termĀ for 13-15 year old girls). If you want to feel like a fully insane, fully tired, and fully joy-overloaded individual, I say work … Continue reading Love is…