a handful of summer nothings

I’ve been making the mistake (again) of assuming that I should only write when I really have something to say, something burning or brewing or forcing its way out. But today I’m remembering that there are days when you write to stretch the muscles, write to practice, write because sometimes there’s something to be shared…

the hard work of parenting

This summery Monday morning finds us all outside in the backyard. We’re cleaning up from the aftermath of a gathering we hosted yesterday, so there are coolers to drain, chairs to collect, and pieces here and there to sort. We finished clean up and I started pulling weeds, trying to manage the ridiculous amount of uninvited…