My dear Michael,
You are a man of so many talents, there was little you couldn’t do–if you didn’t know how you just did it anyway.
Creating an Urban Homestead
My dear Michael,
You are a man of so many talents, there was little you couldn’t do–if you didn’t know how you just did it anyway.
I am blessed. In the past 7 days:
5-people (including me) brainstormed in my living room and set up a long-term meal and playdate schedule and more (“meals” to include drop off meals and shared meals at my house and at other people’s houses) Continue reading “This week's gifts”
Went to Art in Avondale Park today. Crisp blue sky, autumn chill in the air. My mom and father-in-law came and helped with the kids, who marched in the parade and did arts and crafts. Ran into many friends and acquaintences. Continue reading “Haunting outing”
Call me a sucker. The way to my heart is through my stomach. Continue reading “The healing power of food”
Just a quick note to thank everyone who attended tonight’s event at Rojo. Or donated a print. Or played music. Or hosted the event. Or purchased a photo. Or picked up my tab. Or had a kind word or a hug. Or organized the event. Continue reading “Good Night”
I’m realizing, once again, that it will be nearly impossible to thank everyone adequately for all of the love and support sent our way. Continue reading “Thanks again”
Last night, I had a dream that Avery and Marley and I went swimming at Turkey Creek, and the water was extremely high. Avery had jumped in the water, which made me panic, because he cannot swim so well yet, but there he was paddling away, as I know he can, and also, miraculously, breathing too. What a relief. I then turned to Marley who took her turn jumping into the dangerously high water. Lo and behold, she also could swim. Much better than I thought she could. Continue reading “The floodgates open”