Meet Rosetta, Sparkle, Cayenne and Tiffany. Our very own gaggle of adolescent birds with stripper names. Margot named Rosetta, Ruby named Sparkle, Andy named Tiffany and I named Cayenne. They are four weeks old now. We've lost six …
We had that one day in Portland last week. Ruby left for the coast with Andy's mom, sister and our niece while Andy, Margot and I cruised around the city. It was fun and so …
We have been back for a few days now, from long weekend on the Oregon coast with family. While we are physically in our home Missoula, our brains are still somewhere on I-90. It always …
I woke up yesterday feeling anxious. I was grumpy, funky, snappy, surly. It felt like the last thing I wanted to do but I know better, so I dressed for a run and heaved myself …
I have the same favorite date with both of my daughters: a hike. All that open space creates open conversation. She meanders, I ask a question. She collects rocks, tells stories. Margot and I both wanted to …
I've never been moved away from. I've always been the one to move away. Growing up, my dad's job hopped us around the country every few years. I left college in Georgia to follow love …
Spring Break. I barely remember it growing up. It seemed way longer than a week. I remember high school spring break and let me declare this here: my daughters will not be going anywhere during …
Snow clings to the north-facing slopes, rivers rise. The sky cradles the sun longer; dinner time inches toward bedtime inches toward double digits. Birds happy, vocal and thick as popping corn smothered in oil, at …
