I like to think of editing less as a fix-it shop and more as the place where photos come to life, where the story or...

olive | For Mother’s Day, you hugged me and said, “mom, I love that you are always kind to me and never feist me.” “Do...

For the last year, I’ve intended to feature a little Instagram series here. I’m quite flattered when I receive questions on IG and in my...

olive| You found a turtle in our backyard this week and named him Wonder Kay Douglass. Wonder–for the way you said he must think about...

We planted small hydrangeas alongside our garage last month. The pathway faces our backyard garden and lines the avenue to our outdoor grill, a well-loved...

We’ve never used a formal science curriculum over here. Instead, we’ve learned more through reading about and observing the natural world. My children will tell...

Several weeks ago, long after my children were in bed, one snuck out to the kitchen to find me–I’ll leave names and pronouns loose to preserve...

olive | Every morning you brush your hair and tie it up on your own. Sometimes you ask to wear lip gloss, and when I...

I think all mothers sense the fleeting nature of childhood at some point. We grow a longing to pause life just long enough to breathe...

In one section of the Monterey Bay Aquarium, sardines swim above your head in a perfect circle. It’s almost dizzying to watch. They move laterally...