life
on love | have I always trusted you?
Since I first read Amber and Seth (and several others) writing letters to one another about their marriage, I’ve wanted to do the same. It seems normal to pay attention to, write about, and photo
the gardener
Even now I can feel him. Hands buried in my heart reaching to upturn old, unwanted roots long hidden from the light, fooling me of their power to grow and squelch
A new mantra.
The last few weeks I’ve watched Blythe remove herself from varied activities to go sit down against a wall or in a random corner, only to declare, “I in time-out.” I’ve laughed to myself each time wondering