Last night the kids went to bed early. Relatedly, they were sweaty haired and grubby toed and baths are overrated. James and I made a valiant effort to take advantage of our exhausted children…
Time and its passing have become even more strange and amorphous than they are in the best of circumstances. It was only just the middle of winter and somehow we find ourselves nearly to…
On top of muddy grass, picnic blankets. Under skirts, bare legs. Along the window ledge, birds. At bedtime, blue skies. On rooftops, pink wine. Curbside, treasures. In new shoes, blisters. On young minds, wish…