Browsing Tag

summer

  • borrowed words.

    The truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a good song. Too high for most of us with “the rockets’ red glare” and then there…

    July 4, 2019 18 Comments
  • make your own: friendship bracelets.

    Is there anything more summery than a lazy afternoon spent too-hot making crafts and eating berries ’til your stomach hurts? I was never a camp kid, but I still managed to spend long hours…

    June 24, 2019 15 Comments
  • how to know it’s august.

    On ankles, mosquito bites. In vases, wildflowers. At farmers’ markets, melons. On sandwiches, tomatoes. Out of closets, camping gear. After dinner, popsicles. On shopping lists, school supplies. In the fridge, cold brew. On the…

    August 1, 2018 16 Comments
  • waste not: chimichurri.

    Waste Not is a collaboration with my friend, Carrie King. The premise is simple: Carrie, a food writer and editor, shares a recipe highlighting at least one particular way that we can curb food waste.…

    July 23, 2018 8 Comments
  • a golden giveaway with bridge & burn.

    This post and giveaway is sponsored by Bridge & Burn, makers of classic apparel for men and women. The light in the evening lately is, in a word, glorious. When James and I steal quiet…

    July 11, 2018 6 Comments
  • how to know it’s july.

    In train cars, beach-bound city folk. On corn cobs, butter. At bedtime, fans. Before dawn, birdsong. For breakfast, birthday cake. Under fingernails, cherry juice. On shoulders, arms, legs, and bellies, still more sunscreen. Between…

    July 2, 2018 8 Comments
  • my week in objects (mostly).

    five little things that made my week. 1. this trusty old bag. {for coming out of semi-retirement this week.} 2. this well-worn copy. {we finished the whole thing weeks ago, but we’ve been revisiting…

    June 29, 2018 1 Comments
  • make your own: linden leaf tea.

    In early summer there are linden blossoms on city trees. Yes, even as the world warms and it feels increasingly like it must also be spinning out of orbit, there is comfort to be…

    June 28, 2018 18 Comments
  • how to know it’s june.

    On wrought iron fence posts, roses.  From nowhere, humidity. In windows, air conditioners. Stretched over bellies, rash guards.  On little brown feet, starts of tan lines. On strawberry plants, pale pink. On noses, sunscreen.…

    June 4, 2018 8 Comments