hump day nuggets: lately
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 …
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 winter's tea and soup... Are the flowers! I …
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 up beds from fabric scraps and …
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, raging creeks. The arrival of …
Andy and I woke at the same moment. 4:17am, the glowing moon washing our room with ghost-blue light. We don't have curtains and every full moon, it seems our space is washed by celestial illumination. …
I started composing this on the first day of spring, adding thoughts and photos over the last few weeks. And then adding thoughts and photos just before spring and it's quickly grown to monstrous size …
Andy’s alarm goes off for a full minute. It takes him a while to reach his phone to turn off the chirping because he threw his back out. He moves slowly, forcing inhales through the …