. . . Sometimes I dream that everything in the world is here, in my room, in a great closet, named and orderly, and I...

We’ve moved into this new year like a sleep-deprived mother moves out of bed — slowly, bed-head and all. Although Mark did remove the Christmas...

    “For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing...

Mark’s currently taking a class on radical publishers/writers during the British Romantic period — which of course creates 1700 pages of  light summer reading for...

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...

Mark and I are married 11 years today, a year that has been the most difficult and yet binding; the kind of year that forces...

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...

{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...

1. soaking up tender moments with the kids. 2. keeping meals simple at home. 3. inspired by pink. 4. reading My Ántonia by Willa Cather....

{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...