CHILDHOOD

10.

Your father was traveling through Cuba when I discovered I was pregnant with you. For days, I let this strange, new idea roll through my mind and out onto my tongue: mother. I am a mother. And for those few days, it was our secret.…

lately

  Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings. ― Ralph Waldo Emerson bath-time conversations / hide-and-seek / making and loving these / visit from Nina + Papa / starting our school routine again…

spilled milk | sleep

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams.  ― Arthur O'Shaughnessy, Ode We snuggled up in my bed for an afternoon nap last week, a rare (and delightful) occurrence these days. With my eyes closed, I listened to the quieting,…

spilled milk | experience

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ― John Muir I often wonder what you all will remember of your childhood. Will you recall the rich smell…
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only once

Things never happen the same way twice. ― C.S. Lewis The morning is slow, rare for us on any day, especially on a Saturday. Mark has left town for the weekend and the kids and I spend the first hours of day moving from bed to table to…

F O U R!

The other night at dinner, you sat by my side -- not necessarily a coveted position these days because you tend to use your neighbor more for a napkin than a conversation partner  -- but this specific…

eight.

Burke, this evening at 10:36 you turned eight. Even now, as I listen to your unrestrained laughter with friends in the other room, I can scarcely believe it. Eight years. Just. Like. That. Most mornings,…

three minutes with Blythe

[vimeo 60578462 w=500 h=281]   Here's three minutes with our giggly six-year-old: unscripted, unrehearsed, limited editing. Enjoy!