seven is foam swords and bruises on shins and macklemore side-shaves; it is learning how to make pancake batter and remembering to put the legos back in the bin. seven is talking in… Continue reading
we usually arrive at the lake at twilight, when the no-see-ems are flying in moving clouds and the sky still has after-sunset pinks and blues. we pull off the main road and sawyer… Continue reading
there is nothing quite like a cabin on a lake in the thick of summer…the idaho mornings with coffee on the deck, the hot afternoons by the water, the evenings with the skies on… Continue reading
these three + a bun in the oven. a swimming pool filled with turquoise water and the summer morning sun; barefeet and ice-cream and pinwheels and lovelovelove.
In this almost-spring-time hour, the daffodils are blooming and the sun is emerging and there is a new baby in the world. She lives in a house with a vintage green couch, a… Continue reading
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