It’s foggy and chilly outside. I’m snuggled with my laptop and a hot mug of coffee and the scent of fresh-baked banana-nut muffins. I feel settled. Adam and I worked
Saturday and Sunday, Adam and I volunteered at Global Weekend at Mariners. It was freeing, somehow, to be in a mass of noble, everyday people, pounding nails and hanging black
Happification Pronunciation: ˈha-pē-fication Function: adjective Etymology: Middle English, from hap, but more importantly, inspired by the crazy talk of Oz and used excessively by Dani Nichols Date: 14th century and
…is that it’s just so tough for me to grasp. Yesterday, Adam worked a little over 12 hours. I felt awful, baking muffins and sending out rejected resumes and writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
For waking up next to the love of my life EVERY DAY. It’s like Christmas every morning! For pictures on Facebook For good, fresh-ground coffee every morning, made by my
Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
It’s 2 degrees outside. The menfolk are making sure the pump’s not freezing, fixing something or other with laughter and insulated gloves and a dog at their feet. The girls