Category Archives: Our Life
Downtime.
I like my new office. A whole lot. It’s big and organized, and best of all? Full of pretty light. I like my officeView full post »
April 10 in 10.
So this month’s ’10 in 10′ needs an explanation. I didn’t take any photographs on the 10th. ItView full post »
8:39. 8:40.
Exactly 8 years ago, our life changed. Moments we’ll long remember, the anxiety and waiting, the sounds of tooView full post »
Weekend Recap.
I like Saturdays, how they are open, full of unstructured possibility. I like how the day stretches out in front of youView full post »
The here and now.
I came around the corner into the living room this morning, and saw this. Which is nothing new, really. These twoView full post »
The Little Things.
We’re working hard at finishing both the boys’ room and my new studio. And I’m getting really reallyView full post »
Ramble.
Lots of little rambling thoughts; sorry to subject you to them. (Sorta’.) So, here we go: -First, you can head onView full post »
Blue Monday / Treasury #10.
Just a little something pretty and happy to start out the week- because… -it’s Monday -it’s grey andView full post »
10 in 10.
I had this post ready yesterday, before the news of devastation and sadness hit the world this morning. And so thisView full post »
This Girl.
Oh, Nora. Where to start with this girl? I say that I understand Connor, that he has the same tendencies as his middle-View full post »
Progression
Oh, this boy. He has my heart. He’s such a nice boy. And sometimes he’s such a naughty boy, too. But IView full post »
On Not Knowing.
I like being a mother to boys. I like watching them, the way they laugh, carry themselves, the way they stand. The wayView full post »
Spontaneous.
I think it started last Wednesday. I looked at the forecast and was thrilled to see that Friday was supposed to be closeView full post »
Winter at the Cape.
Again with a post about Cape Cod. I can’t help it. This just seems like a good way to begin the week. I likeView full post »
And yet.
I don’t know what to say about this. Maybe that finding these old photos has been a gift? A bittersweet memory? MyView full post »