family
the art of modern memory keeping
If you’ve followed along here for any length of time, you know I have always used this space as a sort of visual and written journal, sharing a bit of everything from soulful lessons and
the playful home
I loved the early years of motherhood, the snuggly, baby-wearing years filled with firsts and discovery. At times, I miss the kids’ chubby baby legs or our quiet moments nursing and reading aloud together. I
merry christmas.
I can’t believe Christmas is only a few sleeps away already. I’ll be taking a break from this space to enjoy the holiday season with our family and some long overdue rest. As we do
a rainy weekend: winter’s prelude
It has rained for days now. A cold, relentless rain. I look toward our cactus still propped on our outdoor table, now hunched over like an old man, withering. Cold has a way of making us
all in a weekend
Rest and be thankful. ― William Wordsworth Sometimes I think about the early days of our family, when we’d harness babies to our bodies and walk without aim, just to be together. To be. Sometimes
a {little} spa party
(photo credit: Kristen | Fidelis Studio) Every other year after age 5, we give each of our kiddos the option of a birthday gift or party. Blythe, who turned seven this weekend, had the choice
Santa Fe, New Mexico
When I got to New Mexico that was mine. As soon as I saw it that was my country. I’d never seen anything like it before, but it fitted me exactly. It’s something that’s in
spilled milk | friend
As infants and young toddlers you began categorizing the world and the relationships around you. “Say mama” or “say dada” we would chime in the soft, high-pitched tones we had sworn never to use. But