Neighborhood

Apr 06, 2011
A few hundred feet from our house, there is a small creek.  It dribbles slowly, languidly in the summer until there is nothing left but succulent greens and thirsty bugs.  But given enough rain it will flow with a passion in →MORE...

Mar 30, 2011
Is she sleeping?, an older woman asks as she takes a seat beside me.  We’re standing under a tree, facing a flurry of playground activity.  Children are swinging around like banshees.  I love this noise; it makes me smile.  Because it →MORE...

Mar 24, 2011
Flipping through computer files I found this, a shot from November. I’ve been taking Charlotte on a daily walk (or mostly-daily when it’s cold) since her third day of life, but it wasn’t until she was about fourteen or fifteen months →MORE...

Dec 10, 2010
Charlotte has been on a Where the Wild Things Are kick lately.  It is the very first book she grabs in the morning and the very last one she wants read to her in the evening. Naturally, I’ve been calling her →MORE...

My daughter’s favorite toy is, without a doubt, her wooden alligator pull-toy.  She brings it everywhere - riding on the seat beside her in the car, squeezed between us in the carrier, placed strategically at the garden’s edge, and clack-clack-clack-clack-clacking down →MORE...