hearing my heart
Perhaps it is possible to live a slow and quiet existence even as the world attempts to convince us that hustle is essential and busy is prestigious.
building snow people and things
“Building Snow People + Things”: I get overwhelmed with sorting out which stories are mine to tell and how to frame the kind-er truth. #sosmagic #adoption #fostercare
contentment
If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is…
a quest
In the summer weeks leading up to our wedding, Andy and I spent time with our parents. I remember wanting to be around them before things changed irrevocably. No longer… Read more a quest →
a new journey: memoir
It seems that memoir is captivating me. I keep wondering if it is a whim or if it is something that is taking root. A few weeks ago, I pulled… Read more a new journey: memoir →
the color of life
“Tell me your color of life, and I will tell you who you are. But that isn’t the point, not really. The point is for you to know who you… Read more the color of life →
gentle & kind green
The challenge is to go out for a walk and take 10 pictures, then select one to inspire writing. The catch is you don’t write about the subject, you write… Read more gentle & kind green →
childhood encounter with weather (no. 2)
At the frog pond, circa 1985. “Go get the stink blown off of you,” Mom said, and Jeff, my younger brother, and I high-tailed it out the backdoor. We jumped… Read more childhood encounter with weather (no. 2) →
childhood encounter with weather (no. 1)
Jeff and me in middle school…around the time of the following weather encounter. I am sure that we should not be home alone. I do not know what my parents… Read more childhood encounter with weather (no. 1) →