Memories

When I was ten or eleven years old, my class at school had story-time at the library once a week.  At least, in my memory it’s once a week.  For all I know, it was really once a year.  Seeing as →MORE...

There is a creek that runs near my home.  It twists and turns through hills, dips down a deep ravine, and then idly bubbles behind our suburb until it empties into an ocean drain.  When I was a child, playing in →MORE...

Sep 22, 2010
Lately, I’ve noticed that I take far fewer photographs of Charlotte than I once did.  As she’s grown and become more active, snapping pictures is more difficult, of course.  But more significantly is this: as my daughter grows and interacts more →MORE...

I hope that everybody reading this is familiar with Gossie – so familiar that you think you might have recited it in your sleep last night – and if you are not, then I have two words for you: LIBRARY and →MORE...

When I finally do manage to successfully bake a delicious loaf of focaccia bread, I have every intention of sharing the recipe and a bunch of photographs and talking about my mistakes and all that jazz.  But in the meantime, all →MORE...