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...

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...

“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...

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....