Stand in the Chaos
July 13, 2016
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The rain made for a quiet weekend which I was grateful for. It was just the two of us, and it was nice to see
The rain made for a quiet weekend which I was grateful for. It was just the two of us, and it was nice to see
"I'm trying to picture what it would feel like to not be permanently here, but caught between here and somewhere else. " Michelle left
It was Mother’s Day and I was twelve or thirteen years old. We were sitting in a restaurant, perched high on the bank of a
The weather app on my phone tells me there is cloud cover outside with a 30% chance of rain around 11am, but not until then.
There is a lyric about a moth in the song this blog is named after; I’ve always felt a kinship with that little critter:
Storms rolled through overnight and by morning, any rain still clinging to the trees quickly dried under the rising sun, if not by the continuous
Adam left last night and things quickly quieted down after an incredibly productive weekend. And by productive I mean him moving from one job
I walked in the door and Scout came running to see me as dogs so dependably do. Kneeling down on the floor, he wiggled his body
Adam hitched Birdy up to his truck and drove north for her maiden voyage. With much relief, I am happy to say she arrived safely
I’m not sure the night could have been more perfect. Picnics spread across the land and children running free. So many children. A great opening