catching up before the new year is upon us
last year i made hoppin' john for new years. friends & family rolled by. we sat around a roaring fire and had lots to hope for in the year ahead. hope springs eternal and this year, the good caught...
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Lately I’ve been stunned wide open by life. By the brilliant yellow lemon zest in my chicken noodle soup and the disarray of legos on my coffee table, strewn perfectly in 9-year old intensity; by the...
View ArticleTwo whole hands. A decade.
Dear Satchel,For your birthday, I’ve been trying to write the story of you. Of who you are this year, what you like, who you are becoming. You are 10 afterall. A milestone! But for the first time since...
View Articlesimple. and perfect. a vacation for four.
since weekends are pretty work-filled around here -- can you say: real estate and vacation rental management and an events-driven industry like pr? -- we decided to take advantage of spring break and...
View Articlecatching up on lost time...
if a picture is worth a thouand words, here is a quick way to catch up on the past couple months. (wow it's been a while!) temple turned 5 and had a parisian birthday party. jasmine bloomed in our...
View Articletouching down. leaning in.
i woke up to rain this morning and for some reason, this made me very happy. my baby sister turns 25 today. i remember the day she was born. it was my freshman year of college and i came home just in...
View Articlemid-october
Today the key turned in the lock. I didn’t know I was waiting for it, or that it even needed to happen, but there it was, the undeniable click. Tiny grooves on a metal skeleton cracking an internal...
View Articletime of dying...a eulogy for my grandmother
a month ago today nanny died. she slipped away, as unexpectedly as a 90 year old woman can. she also slipped away peacefully, holding my mom's hand. for that i will always be grateful.here is the photo...
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There is nothing better than lime popsicles and ginger ale when you are sick. I remember. Hot papery skin, glazed eyes, fever dreams, the contented blur of dozing off over and over again with nothing...
View ArticleTemple is Eight!
Eight years ago I was sipping castor oil in a gin fizz. It was Easter and a girl has traditions. The baby girl inside of me was now two weeks past her equinox due-ish date and I was urging her along....
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