CROATIA.

Reen and I landed in Dubrovnik at noon on a Saturday, and when we stepped off the plane, there was a mob of screaming Croatians: they were chanting our names, wearing t-shirts with… Read More →

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 →

TINY TIMBER IN THE WIND.

Lately Indy has been waking up early, collecting the Oregonian from the front porch and sitting down at the kitchen counter with the adopt-a-pet section. With scissors, she cuts out the faces of… Read More →

PART THREE // MEXICO

***a few things that happened south of the border: indy got an ear infection and we took her to see a mexican doctor who wrote up her prescription on a typewriter from ’78 //… 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 →

WILD HORSES.

Lately, Indy has been waking up early. She creeps down the stairs in the darkness with wild hair, and asks for tea with milk. Lately she has been listing to the Michael Buble… Read More →

JOCELYN + HENRY // MARRIED IN PORTLAND

A February wedding. Blue walls, yellow shoes and white dress. The day bright and the clouds moving. Jocelyn and Henry say I DO at his parent’s old historic home in northwest. A sunshine-lit… Read More →

PART ONE // MEXICO

Two weeks down south. Two weeks with my aunt and uncle under their palapa roof; two weeks with the ocean in sight. Two weeks to watch the birds swoop in a twilight flock… Read More →

ACE-LANDIA.

One night at the Ace. Two Bicycles as transportation. Nine years of marriage. Fifteen years since the day we met. One record player in the room and twelve albums in the drawer. Twenty-three… 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 →