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Happy New Year!
For years, my sister and I have talked about having a fancy party with our kids on New Year’s Eve, but each year something happens–sickness, travel, or life–and the evening comes and goes just the
52/52 :: end of year self-portraits
“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014” When we set up a photo booth on New Year’s Eve (more on that later), I thought it a fitting finale that
Merry Christmas
I’ve been quiet here lately, trying to focus more on the people right around me, on our togetherness. Still, the concentrated family time manages to feel blurry with warmth and goodness: sweet visits with both
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“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014” liam // coloring with your cousins, slowly tracing and shading the details burke // a rainy day game of Twister with your
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” a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014″ liam // I often wonder if hand-washing dishes will become one of your own parenting stories and lessons of hard work.
O Christmas Tree
This time of year always feels concentrated and rich, like a dark chocolate truffle–something special meant to be taken in slowly. Like so many of you, we are busy, busy this month, and I’m trying
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“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014” liam // As you get older, your creations mature with you, becoming more about possibility and application than simply for pretend play. This
a simple holiday wreath
Since moving to our home last spring, I’ve wanted to make a wreath for our front door–something organic and simple that reflects the rest of our home. So when my sister called earlier this week and
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“a portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2014” liam + burke // You created a fortress this week by digging between an old brick wall and tree in our backyard. I
Cloistered Away
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