Trigger warning: I’m gonna talk about some dark stuff for a minute. It wasn’t what I’d planned to write about today, but considering the events of yesterday, and some of the responses I’ve seen to them, this feels more appropriate. One summer, not long after I had graduated from college, I thought about killing myself. I was working a mindless,… View Post
Amelia: 167 weeks She’s camping in the living room today. She keeps trying to get me to join her but that tent makes me all kinds of claustrophobic. It’s just right for her, though, and I’m glad she’s having fun. Margot: 69 weeks She dumped out a bucket of goldfish so she could pick them off the floor one at… View Post
I’ve been saving bougainvillea for a “rainy day” situation. Only nine weeks in and already that day has come. I just didn’t get a chance to capture some other blooms on my list–too many other things to do–but since bougainvillea is everywhere and always gorgeous, I just stopped in an alley down the street and snapped these. I can’t say… View Post
Amelia: 166 weeks and Margot: 68 weeks I’m not gonna lie: it was really nice to get away with David for a couple days. But coming home to these sweet faces was pretty awesome too. I missed my girls. You may also enjoy: Mila Monday (late again) Mila Tuesday Mila Monday
Ah, roses. They’re so cliche but I don’t even care; I love them. Did you know that when I was small I wanted my middle name to be Red Rose? True story. (Big me would have regretted that decision but small me was convinced it was a great idea.) I love visiting Winslow in July because my mom’s roses are… View Post