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
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
A few years ago, we experienced loss and heartache and in the midst of grief Andy and I had some big conversations. You know the ones: what next? what for?
My dad has this exquisite way of being both measured and spontaneous. His life’s successes were built on that winning combination. “Everything in moderation.” is one of his tenets. Except
Nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words We’ve tripped and landed in summer. Really, what it is about May? It seems that we all try to cram a
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