dependent on the heart
Early on, when the stay-at-home order was first issued, we had lots of talks around our dinner table about how this is a new normal. We would not be falling… Read more dependent on the heart →
buy the raspberries
We picked bowlfuls of black raspberries every June when I was a kid. The location of the patch is top secret. Somehow, in the abundance of our black raspberries, red… Read more buy the raspberries →
Museum of Me
Christy Rush-Levine shared her Museum of Me on her blog, interstice. I loved it for many reasons. First, I admire Christy for the creative and diverse ways she uses mentors… Read more Museum of Me →
rotten apples
“Don’t let things get to be rotten apples,” my dad used to say, my dad always said. Things rot. In a barrel of apples, it’s not the ones on top… Read more rotten apples →
so sam
I love this picture because it perfectly captures Sam at this moment in time. Sam sent it to our family text thread yesterday, and I giggled when I saw it.… Read more so sam →
spiderwebs
When I first started paying attention to the world (because that’s what you do if you want to be a writer), it was spiderwebs that caught my scrutiny. I still… Read more spiderwebs →
My Roots are Here
I kinda like this picture. I’m not sure why and it’s probably not one that should be blog-worthy, but then again, perhaps that’s the very thing that makes it blog-worthy: I… Read more My Roots are Here →
lessons on being still
I like serendipity. The word is perfectly bouncy and it feels magical. I’ve been learning to be still. It’s been a long process with many lessons. I’m not a big… Read more lessons on being still →
Ollivander’s Wand Shop
Not so long ago, we were standing in the cobblestone Diagon Alley. It was a dream come true for Hannah. She drank her Butter Beer while contemplating which wand from… Read more Ollivander’s Wand Shop →
Ruth Ayres Writes 