beach
a summer afternoon
Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language. — Henry James Last weekend we traveled south to a sweet family wedding near the South Texas
on courage
Sometimes perfectionist slips in here, only wanting to present that part of our life which is pretty and organized and complete (even in thought). I try to sit down and write out the drafted in-betweens,
24/52
“a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014” liam // you couldn’t believe how close the seagulls flew to you, wanting to snatch you lunch. A few times they succeeded. burke //exhausted from
a daytrip to Galveston
Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You’re given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. ― Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time Kristen and I spontaneously packed