Years ago — before kids, marriage, dog ownership, smart phones, 9/11, Isis etc. — I made some art about human commonality. Even back then when things seemed simpler and less
Temperatures plunged into the twenties last night, officially ending the growing season around here. Ruby and I ran though clouds of our own frosty breath to collect hundreds of green
When I stand before trees weeping with a summer’s fruit, I experience a primal shift in my guts. I am energized, electrified, entranced. Like, I’m 100% in. No waffling. Attentive
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words, about the last week We’re home after many weeks away. My garden plot and laundry piles competing for attention.
I’ve been saying and I’ll keep saying it. This summer is nuts. Company and travels have us rushing about more than we’re used to. All good things, all good things.
This time feels different. The warm, squishy, dependent child that swam from my body — her legs run now. She involuntarily throws looks – simultaneously irritated and apologetic – my
Well shit, things are heavy in the world right now. I woke up in the middle of the night last night imagining things I’d rather not imagine. Things I’ve read
Amidst the: Salad every night, snacking on sun-warmed peas, all those green tomatoes wiggling bigger every day… Bouquets of mint, oregano, chamomile, dill and lavender drying, waiting to season the
Two years ago my daughters wrote a letter to a potential fairy and left it out on the deck. She wrote back. Her name is Lavender Fawn. The girls stitched
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