Saturday, September 12, 2009

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

likes, September Edition

Finishing a book I've been carrying around for weeks...

(It reminds me of The Secret History, by Donna Tartt. Really.)

Sucking Butterfingers out of my teeth, at the end of a good movie.

Warm feet, compliments of one lumbering puppy.

Good friends + good wine and this woman's laugh.

Friday, September 04, 2009


I find myself with front row tickets to Heartbreak, the saddest show in town. I'm watching a family dissolve, up close and personal, and not just any: They are people I love and I find no comfort in philosophy or psychology.

I cry for my friend, and her boys, and my people, the community of friends that are family to me.

I cry easily and unexpectedly these days; I'm cracked, and fragile.

And when I stop sniffling, the joy is sweeter. It really is.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009


I heard him scurrying, collecting books on the loft bed before dawn, unable to sleep.

Both kids bounced out of bed this morning, anxious and curious to see what the day would bring.

Lexi walked with a friend to the bus stop, making strides further her own way - which is right and good.

And Zack wore a hole in the carpet, disgusted with this new late start school schedule.

They pulled away, one at a time and I loaded up the dogs and headed for the lake, to walk in the mist and fog and dream about what this year will bring my way.