THE SMALLEST OCEAN.

Sawyer crossed the smallest ocean alone.  The water was choppy and drops fell into his eyes. He wished he had access to a boat, but he made do with his snorkel mask. He… Read More →

PART TWO // MEXIGRAMS

me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu // me gusta viajar, me gustas tu // me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu // me gusta el viento, me gustas tu // me gusta… Read More →

THE DOUBLE BOUNCE.

Rainy day. Sawyer jumping high. Off night stands. Pillows in the air. Hair flying. Limbs flying. A double-bounce-seat-drop on a tempurpedic mattress, with a backdrop of felt hearts. Sometimes on a winter afternoon,… Read More →

THE LAUNDERETTE // PORTLAND

We met at Lee’s Launderette on Lombard. It was a typical day: the clouds were low in the sky and the miniature superheroes were out in full form. Sawyer was supposed to be… Read More →

COUNTING THERMOSES.

I met up with these three on a winter’s day when the air was cold and the light was shiny. We had some treats at bushel & peck, and then counted the thermoses… Read More →

THE YEAR OF THE MINIATURE PONY.

May your thirteen be filled with: adventure, love, rainbows, music, green grass, sprinkles of sugar, sunny days, dancing and many pink miniature ponies. Happy New Year wonderful people. I got nothing but love… Read More →

FRANNY’S BIG FIVE! {KRUGER’S FARM, SUAVIE ISLAND}

When I met Posy for the first time, it was after years of seeing her amazing work around town. We finally had cocktails at Old Gold one evening many months ago, and it was… Read More →

BABY ALINA. {PORTLAND}

Traci and I met in high school. She drove me around in her car and played me mix tapes featuring songs by Ani Difranco. Then we went to different colleges, and both randomly… Read More →

URBAN BAMBINI. {PORTLAND}

Urban Bambini makes me want to enroll my 34-year-old-self in preschool. I would walk there every morning and spend three and a half-hours in the classroom, arranging flowers, buffing leather boots or talking… Read More →

SUPERHERO DREAMS. {PORTLAND}

Every night at 12:04, I wake up to the sound of feet padding down the hall. The steps are clumsy and sleep-flled and uneven. I hear the creak as our bedroom door is… Read More →