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ERIN BOYLE

  • make something: a summertime wreath.

    I woke up with a hankering to make something. The joe-pye weed I hung in my parents’ shed a few weeks ago wasn’t really all the way dry and the stems of the cornflowers…

    August 9, 2023
  • my week in objects (mostly).

    1. anniversary flowers. {same place, eleven years later.} 2. aunt ruth’s ring. {and wearing it.} 3. tiny portions of homemade jam. {and picking the berries to make it with.} 4. these little figures. {whittled…

    August 4, 2023
  • where’s here?

    It’s been thirty-four days since I slept in my own bed. I didn’t intend to be gone this long, I just didn’t know how easy it could be to peel dirty camp clothes off…

    August 2, 2023 9 Comments
  • bring the aunties.

    Last night, our thirty-year-old station wagon limped into my parents’ driveway on a slowly deflating tire. By morning, the tire was fully pancaked, pitching the rusty wagon forward like an old, loyal dog nursing…

    July 31, 2023
  • my week in objects (mostly).

    1. these raspberries. {which don’t stand a chance to ripen before my kids eat them.} 2. this tote. {for coming with me on countless book-related errands this week.} 3. these thirty-year-old toys. {and my…

    July 21, 2023 5 Comments
  • make-believe: lazy river.

    On a short list of things I’d like to do this summer is to take a bike ride to a river for an afternoon of making something with my feet in the water. Making…

    July 20, 2023 1 Comments
  • take a bike ride.

    The year we moved to this beach town, I turned six and my big sister Cait turned nine, and I learned to ride a bike sharing her perch on a banana-seat bicycle. She sat…

    July 18, 2023
  • my week in objects (mostly).

    1. the very best shampoo.* {initially came without it and needed an immediate fix (and a few days with a detox stone to start fresh).} 2. this plantain. {for maybe making the insanely itchy…

    July 14, 2023 1 Comments