Our first apartment was this great little space, loaded with character and charm. Though we have lived in many different homes over the past twenty seven years, that first place may have been the greatest, at least where uniqueness was considered... We had moved in, in May. The carved wood french style front doors sat [...]
Category: journey
an afternoon…
The afternoon sun poured through the windows. The breeze carried with it the songs of the birds, high in treetops. Full disclose, though I sat curled up with a book, a notebook and a pen, in the coziest chair my sunporch holds, this is not that porch. I absolutely adore this image from Arno Smit. [...]
Lessons in Summer…
And officially, August is behind us. Back in the day there used to be a seasonal "What I Learned" blog link up, and even though those days are long gone, as I attempt to regain some sense of routine and productivity, I decided keeping track of "what I learned" this summer would be a healthy [...]
brink…
It was the September of my 20th year when the combination of feel and scent in the air took me back, ala' movie montage moment, to so many Septembers past. High school Septembers, Jr. High autumn evenings. Flooding, internally, from one to the next. When I was thirteen, I declared I would one day have [...]
naming mistakes…
Monica Gellar's parents aren't known for esteeming her life choices. In one episode, when Monica is beginning to (finally) feel like her mom may have some faith in her, after all, when her mom reminds her that they expect failure from her. She charmingly refers to it as pulling a Monica. It basically means: screwing [...]
