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… Read More
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spilled milk | mess
I’m thrilled (and honored and any other exciting adjective) to announce my invitation to collaborate on this beautiful project, Spilled Milk. “Spilled Milk is a collaborative photography blog, featuring a collection of photographs… Read More
you are my sunshine
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. -Kurt Vonnegut It’s mid-February and already our trees… Read More
seeking quiet.
Olive’s crying right now. For the second time, I’ve returned her to her bed for rest, a quiet both of us need. I’ve seen this phase out of daytime sleep on the horizon… Read More
a letter about family meals: a mother’s legacy
Mom, You blew into our daily lives for a brief three days last week to help Kristen and me collect pieces of our days and time. With each visit, I try to take… Read More
{this moment}: a slow, snugly morning
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo (or group of photos) capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired… Read More
heads down, feet off the ground: a day in our home-schooling life
I’ve had several requests to post a “day in our life,” and it actually surprised me how difficult it was to log a full day’s activity! But I did it, even though this… Read More
the trouble with imaginary belly buttons
Garfield, Blythe, age 5, crayons and ink pen “Mom!” Blythe’s running at me, distraughtly waving a piece of paper. “Mom! I’m throwing away my Garfield drawing!” “Your what?” “My Garfield drawing.” I’m baffled (and… Read More
lately
I’m slowing down to take it all in.
{this moment}: morning snuggles.
{this moment}: A Friday ritual. A single photo capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savor, and remember. (inspired by soulemama)
