Before I write about tortillas, I want to begin with: Like many of you: I am juggling making a living/making change/making art/making a grocery list/making senators listen/making out/making beds/making time
Our ski hill has two supremely slow, double chairlifts. Andy and I always take turns with the kids, hugging them against the wind as we amble up the
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words I’m currently listening to my new favorite spotify station: Folksy Christmas. Andy does not enjoy the holiday tunes so
In this last week since the election, we have all been reading and stressing and asking questions and searching and refreshing social media feeds. We are all tired of this
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.
Ah May! You’ve zipped right by. I caught you by the tail just as you were walking out the door. Full of company, rain, baby chicks, green grass, soccer games,
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