The Playground!

So after all the complicated, agonizing, beautiful process of giving birth to a tiny sweet thing, I have been slow about sharing pictures. Mostly because my lovely Playground baby keeps being added to. Latest addition: a crazed pirate monkey on a tree! But also...

Like dogs and like children.

One of the best things that happened to me in Taos was meeting Joseph. Joseph was oh, probably eight years old. And a wild towheaded cutie. We sat near each other in a restaurant one early evening and became … co-conspirators of sorts. He had superpowers and I...

Remembering and not remembering.

The third-worst job I ever had involved a lot of dread. Dread and anxiety and pressure and deadness and agonizing wishing it would end. Maybe not as full-of-dread as the Moroccan mafia toy import company, and maybe not as full-of-deadness as the assembly line. But the...

Making space.

Disclaimer! This post is … not really a post. And it’s very much not the sort of thing I would normally put here. It’s a bit messy. A bit complex. A lot more yoga-ey than anything I might say if it were just us. (Translation: Jon, don’t read...
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