Janelle Delagrange

Being a Creative Whenever I Want

So some weeks, if you’ve noticed, I can crank out writing like it’s my job. (And for the sake of it, let’s just say it is, because, why not?) And some weeks, like now, I just need a break. Not a bad job. Right now, while I’m thinking about cranking out a bunch of myContinue reading “Being a Creative Whenever I Want”

The Makings of a Great Mom

I walked over to the kitchen sink to get some water and saw all the dishes there. They rudely reminded me how crappy the day felt. How terrible I must be to not get the dishes done before my children were in bed. My children who were being loud in their bedroom while they should’veContinue reading “The Makings of a Great Mom”

Like a Tree

Last night we were driving around our city looking at houses. We like to dream about what the future holds for us, and sometimes that involves looking at houses we can’t move into. I mean, why not, right? We had just finished up at Target, it was only 7:30, and we needed to kill timeContinue reading “Like a Tree”

Kindred Souls & Cheerleaders

My sweet and wonderful friend Sara finished her book within the past week. She also finished her master’s degree, announced her third pregnancy, and celebrated her 28th birthday. If she doesn’t toot her horn, I will, cause girlfriend is fierce. I love it. Sara & I have known each other for a few years now,Continue reading “Kindred Souls & Cheerleaders”

Fingernails and Other Envies

I used to be envious of other people. Actually, I find myself still envious of people often. I just like to think I’ve improved. I used to hate my fingernails. (Yeah, you read that right) The shape. The cuticles. Gosh, I would pick at my cuticles. It was such a self-conscious thing for me inContinue reading “Fingernails and Other Envies”

Letters & Hope

My senior year of high school I spent a great deal of time writing letters. I wrote them on days of celebration, be it birthdays, holidays, or a 6 month anniversary with my boyfriend. I’ve always had a lot to say. It always came out best in writing. So the last few weeks of myContinue reading “Letters & Hope”

Blades of Grass

A thunderstorm rumbles above me. The ground is thirsty; the grass has turned a hard brown and crunches beneath your feet. It has been too long for the rain. I can only imagine how the blades will be revived in the morning in the morning dew. In Indiana, the first sounds of a lawnmower signalContinue reading “Blades of Grass”