The tide is out– leaving an open beach of wet sand and swirling, foaming, ankle high waves. I watch my 16- month-old son run back and forth, back and forth, from puddles of water…
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The train car is filled with pine garland– sprinkled with reflective red, blue and green glittering ornaments. White lacy tissue puffs hang from the ceiling, swaying to the rhythm of the coasting sprinter. It…
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…I’ve been listening to Christmas music since the 9th of October. I listen quietly while the kids are napping, or as I am organizing my writing — breathing new life into old pieces through…
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Over the last few months, I have been working to simplify the pieces of our published story and to create a foundation for our continuing story. The website you see today is the organized…
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I’m arranging branches for a photo in the afternoon light. I spread a bundle of eucalyptus and pine – a mix of soft green and deep green – against the white of our glass coffee table. My sweet…
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You turn 1 tomorrow. Exactly 1 year ago today I remember slowly walking around our house, putting a bag together for the night I was to spend with your sister in the hospital.…
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This time last year I was 7 weeks pregnant with my son Everett and dealing with both the joy and nausea that can come with new life.…
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My work is cut out for me. My belongings are spread out on a table that could easily accommodate 4 people. My computer screen is filled with open documents. A glossy book is to…
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It’s a year later, and here we are: Living. Laughing. Crying. Hoping. Rejoicing. Despairing. And learning.…
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To our daughter, Over the course of this extraordinary year, your daddy and I have fallen head over heals for you and every ounce of what makes you, you. We absolutely melt for your…
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It is pouring. We are just about to step out of the rain, into the building, when I stop, immobile.…
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I had one of those moments this week- the moment where your heart sinks and that voice inside you says, “I can’t do this.”…