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 slope, snow ghosts saluting our efforts. We always …
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 when he is at work and I …
Our family recently traveled north into Canada for a long weekend. Andy and I have loved our many trips into Canada but neither of us had been to Calgary or Banff. So when Tourism Calgary invited …
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 conversation. But the state of …
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 volatile, there was deep division and focus …
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 tomatoes, tomatillos and peppers. The …
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 and certain. My feelings are because …
She threw up before she could even try the squash soup she asked for. The powerlessness and humility of being on knees, a fistful of her hair in my hand while she leans on the …
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. The garden wins. The baskets make excellent …
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. But holy! Weddings, reunions, camping and …
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 way when I mention anything at …
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 about this summer. You know the …
