Category Archive: personal

THE MAGIC. {VASHON ISLAND}

“and above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. those who don’t believe in magic will never find… Continue reading

FEATHER LOVE. {IDAHO}

In Idaho, there are Osprey that fly above the cabin and eagles that nest in tall trees next door. There are grouse that make drumming sounds with their wings and quail that run… Continue reading

TEAM IDAHO. {IDAHO}

While we were in Idaho, my sister planned a decathlon, which included several exciting, team-building events. One of the first games was a corn hole competition, and I realized that I am not… Continue reading

SANDPOINT SUMMER CAMP. {IDAHO}

Dear Mom & Dad, Thank you for buying a cabin on lake Pend Oreille and thank you for letting us come and stay with you for weeks on end. Thank you for cooking… Continue reading

MY OWN PRIVATE. {IDAHO}

In the summer we come to Idaho because its hot and different and fun. My parents have a cabin on the lake and being here feels like summer camp. We wear our swimsuits… Continue reading

MY MAMA WAS A UNICORN. {PORTLAND}

Portland pride parade. Glitter. Drummers. Dancers. Unicorns. Rainbow flags. Rainbow umbrellas. Rainbow socks. Rainbow streamers. Gold wigs. Purple balloons. Pugs with pride t-shirts. Men with mardi-gras beads. Women on motorcycles. Drummers. Feather wings.… Continue reading

THE GRADUATE.

Indy finally graduated. From kindergarten. He stood up in front of the class and shook Miss Amanda’s hand and she gave him a diploma with balloons on it and a red mardi-gras necklace… Continue reading

LATELY.

Lately Indy has been riding bikes around the block. And making bouquets from weeds and dandelions in the yard. And writing lists of words that are easy to spell with a peach-colored Sharpie.… Continue reading

HEART & SEOUL. {KOREA}

The city of Seoul has a heartbeat. Ten million people together: riding subways, hailing cabs, buying kimbap, waiting for buses, crossing streets, watching for small slices of sky between the high rises. One… Continue reading

mama song. {a flashback}

mama: remember that time that you gave birth to me? it was an august afternoon and the air was hot and you worked hard to bring me into the world. then you and… Continue reading