boldness.

I’ve always found it so interesting to let children come as they are. If they’re pouty or sulking, silly or sleepy. My niece comes bathed in boldness, with her chin set just so to let me know that this taking-pictures thing is a load of crap. But I can’t resist her beauty. Be bold, be […]

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merry christmas.

There were so many good photos this year that I knew I’d have to make everyone a book — which would have been silly. :) Instead, we’ve given you the best of all worlds, including their outtakes (which, in truth, are the boys being completely natural and normal. Ack.) Hoping that you and yours have […]

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pickin’.

Back to the farm we went this morning, in search of elusive strawberries (there were few), and returning with some homemade soy candles and soap, Hungarian paprika peppers, garlic, and pickling cucumbers. At one point in our strawberry hunt, I realized that I was humming. All of that peacefulness and quietness and the moments of […]

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very mini vaca.

life has so many lovelies. in my life, one of my favorite summertime lovelies is vail. it is a place to recharge, to breathe, to be quiet. a place that’s worked very hard to make it feel like you’re stepping into a european village with a bounty of flowers, cobbled walkways, lush greenery, quaint boutiques, […]

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we have made fire.

A house is not a home unless it contains food and fire for the mind as well as the body. Benjamin Franklin There’s this slow evolution happening in the conversion of our house into our home. It always amazes me how some people do this quickly; for us the process seems to reveal itself. We’re […]

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Laughter.

I”ve been trying to dig deeper. Feel deeper. Be deeper. And I’m scratching on some old wounds, some shame in my valet of baggage that I’ve carried for most of my adult life, which reminds me of, envelopes me in, and leaves me desperate in my love for my family. I’ve had a few friends […]

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Way down yonder.

Last weekend I took a little trip. Sans children. With camera. Sans husband. With hope for sleeping in. I suppose that when one is conditioned for getting up at the crack of crack, all the best intentions fly right out of the window at around five or six in the morning in search of whatever […]

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