september scent…

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 [...]

an afternoon…

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. [...]

naming mistakes…

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 [...]