We have a cat. Her name is Ruby and she is grayish-pink and she was born in an airplane hanger seven years ago. My children adore her with such fierceness that she in… Read More
One bright and sunny morning, just over two weeks ago, joe was cleaning the kitchen and set our new IKEA oven on the self-clean mode. He felt elated about the idea of turning… Read More
a rainy sunday afternoon. cousins at kitchen counter. working together to create something new. wild hair and dirty shirts. the only thing better than playing with pink dough is eating pink dough.
Are you are sick of playing with hot wheels and plastic dinosaur figurines? Are your wooden toy trains bringing you down? Why not head to IKEA for a .99 breakfast and on your… Read More
Our friends invited us to join them for a weekend in Astoria, where they have a large, historical house on the top of a very high hill, overlooking the choppy waters of the… Read More
dear spring, hello! is it me you’re looking for? i can see it in your eyes and i can see it in your smile you’re all I’ve ever wanted and my arms are… Read More
If you come over to my house at any given moment during the day, you might find my children doing these things: screaming, running around, slipping on the hardwoods, throwing metal objects at… Read More
dear japan, this is written on a wall near my house. you are in our hearts and we are all thinking of you.
On St. Patrick’s Day, when I was little, my mom would dye my oatmeal green. Colored breakfast cereal was a novel thing, but not as exciting as a bowl of Lucky Charms, which… Read More
Ever since Sawyer was small, he has loved my dad. They have a special connection that involves things like eating turkey sandwiches, using loud voices, throwing balls around the house, and watching Leonard… Read More