7021.jpg

This is sort of how my life goes...

I call my mom and tell her about what happened at say, the grocery store. It's usually a drawn out thing because I'm laughing really hard and my breath comes out in asthmatic spurts and it gets hard to understand. I push through and we laugh hard about whatever went down in the freezer section. I repeat the punch line like I didn't already say it, and sweet mom will laugh again with me. When it gets a little quiet and I'm just giggling and blushing now, she'll shake her head and smile (can't confirm that, we're on a phone here), and I hear a sigh and...

"Oh, Lindsey."

Classic.

This is a collection of "Oh, Lindsey" stories, sprinkled in with some other things that make me laugh, cry, and feel known.

I deeply hope you feel the same.