march thirty // words
once upon a time, a young version of this girl and married man lived in this humble little house. married man was a student and twenty simple dollars would feed us for a week. we often didn’t even...
View Articleapril nine // now you workshops
jumping on logs for a photo workshop assignment quite made me laugh out loud today me. a lady in a dress made of pillowcases with oxfords and socks. jumping up and down on a ginormous fallen log....
View Articlea day with my girl and two boys
i loved sitting back and watching them be brother and sister. she squirt him in the face once. while waiting her friend, jordan, did this. brother’s are the same height. when did that happen? sweet...
View Articlefifty.
my boy will always be able to say he went surfing with his mom when she turned fifty. i even caught my first two for-reals waves. he saw it and was as excited as i. my dad told me today that his...
View Articlequilt of many dresses
this is my latest quilty endeavor – made of sheets, three of which are also dresses. staying present in the moment and noticing the loveliness of each day and struggling with me and life and knitting...
View Articlemay five :: i keep and am kept
as i look at the two pictures i took today, i notice they are both things that keep us. lighthouses keep ships from dashing upon the rocks in tumultuous seas or in the dark. lifeguards keep beach...
View ArticleAugust eight
Proof that I am simply here and quite moving forward. Daily. My quiet corner in the midst of a not so quiet house is where the moving forward is schemed when my corner of the ocean is not to be...
View ArticleAugust nine
We gathered wood from a cabinet maker. A creative. The shop smelled of machines and sawdust. He showed us wood from his childhood oak tree. He made a desk for his son with some of it. He dreams of...
View Articlecapturing the moment {a birthday getaway with friends}
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View Articlea quilt for olive
Every once in a while I make a quilt for someone I love. Nothing typical. Nothing orderly. Nothing ordinary. Crooked is quite better. It kind of just happens. The post a quilt for olive appeared...
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