hump day nuggets: fourth quarter
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words If you start writing a Hump Day Nuggets on hump day but do not post it then, can it still be called Hump Day Nuggets? …
hump day nuggets: bits of the season in photos and words If you start writing a Hump Day Nuggets on hump day but do not post it then, can it still be called Hump Day Nuggets? …
Dear 2020 Garden Nici: Less kale, chard and parsley. Your onions need more sun. Brassicas love you so much. Don’t grow potatoes (you’ve proven many times that you’re pretty bad at it). It’ll be painful but …
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. The kale is taller than …
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 fortress of snow did give …
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 the same team. So Andy and …
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 but harder than I thought …
My mom loves to cook. Or, more so, she loves to feed people. She's famous for stirring a pot of something and requiring everyone who is within shouting distance to come "have a little bite." We …
If you asked my kids about me working from home they might grumble about the stretches where they are so bored and I'm on my computer or in my studio and am absolutely no fun …
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 bunch into those last weeks before …
She needs new running shoes. She’s growing like a weed and likes it when I say that. She skips across the parking lot, the low winter sun casting a long shadow, an exclamation point to …
For one month every year my kids' ages are one year apart. It's when (if) I make our holiday card so I write "Andy, Nici, Margot (9) and Ruby (8)" and I pause in wonderment …
I haven't shared much from the DIG + CO. land with you all lately. I've been a busy elf. Imagine fabric scraps flying through the air like confetti as I snip and stitch and occasionally …