Nostalgia and rain have the same smell, so the monsoon season in the desert alway feels personally cathartic — a little sad, a little relieving, a lot refreshing.I’m an Arizona native, so it’s no wonder I am in love with the rain. It’s a serious relationship. When I can, I invite it to tea. I’d throw…… Continue reading Almost August (and everything after)
Dear Carter, You are two and a half now. It hasn’t really sunk in yet, but I’m trying here. First things first. I am really, really sick of looking at your pee. I know “Mommy! I went POTTY!” is the sound of heaven’s bells to some, but I really just… I can’t. All day long,…… Continue reading Blue and Brown
Suffice to say, I have done an awful job of updating this summer. Been all sorts of distracted — but mostly in the best sorts of ways. Long, drawn out lunches with the girls, jibber-jabbering with the smallest Bird, lazy mornings watching the first sunbeams sneak into the room and choosing to stay both in pajamas and under the ceiling…… Continue reading Ohana.