This weekend I harvested the shoots from the microgreens that I planted three weeks ago; tiny seeds sown in a windowsill garden when George Floyd could still breathe. I was more patient with these…
It’s been two months since my first temperature check. How are you feeling? I needed a reset this week. Monday was a holiday and on Tuesday I took the day to celebrate Faye’s birthday.…
I was too quick to dismiss the ubiquitous kitchen scrap gardens I’ve seen growing. With some amount of sheepishness, I admit that being urged to grow fresh celery from a spent bunch by every…
The first time that I walked outside of our apartment after spending nearly three weeks inside, it was after dark. The moon was full, which I didn’t know until I’d marveled at the white…
I know I’m not alone in my panic scrolling, but I’ve been actively trying to break myself of the habit that has me neglecting my already compromised work—or, worse, sullying a rare minute of…
I’ve been sending temp checks to my family and friends all week, wanting to know how everyone’s faring in terms of the virus itself, but also more generally. What’s the mood? What are the…
a fabric face mask by holler & squall A blogger offering a make-your-own-face-mask tutorial during a pandemic sounds like some kind of morbid April Fool’s joke. Imagine: One of the wealthiest countries in the…
Calder is officially one month old. She’s smack in the middle of the sleepy newborn stage, all snorts and stretches and very tiny yawns. She snoozes on our bellies in the daytime like a…
Reality of life with a newborn looks different for every single child and caregiver, and it shifts and changes a hundred times a day depending on the minute or the mood or the moon.…
At Christmastime, two matching and pint-sized yoga mats wended their way into our apartment thanks to the foresight of a jolly old elf. The mats have since been acting as resting and stretching places…