hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words If you start writing a Hump Day Nuggets on hump day but do not post it then, can it
Dear 2020 Garden Nici: Less kale, chard and parsley. Your onions need more sun. Brassicas love you so much. Don’t grow potatoes (you’ve proven many times that you’re pretty bad
I love these days. The ones where the sun feels a bit lazier than it did for the last few months, all low slung and syrupy, ready for a nap.
There was a day last March when I couldn’t imagine the snow would ever fully melt. Our home was surrounded by giant drifts that felt like formidable glaciers. But, our
nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words My kids had their last softball game tonight. Well, the last before the championship games. By some miracle, they landed on
As I mentioned a few posts back, a few years ago Andy and I decided to prioritize one-on-one, multi-day adventures with our kids and each other. It’s simple in concept
I wrote this paragraph a few weeks ago: We all have tools in our belt for stress reduction, mental clarity and grounded goodness. We know. It’s in our guts. When
My mom loves to cook. Or, more so, she loves to feed people. She’s famous for stirring a pot of something and requiring everyone who is within shouting distance to
Magpies are cackling over the perfect nest sticks, rivers swell against and spill over against the bank’s confines, the earth is burping up fat and lethargic worms. My daughters and
We can’t see the earth below but it just feels like we were flying over frigid waters. It is dark outside and we sit wedged into our seats, going on
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