Wild child

On Saturday morning, I took my daughter to the wild. It was foggy here this weekend.  We looked out the window, at the grey mist touching everything we could see.  What would you like to do today?, I asked her.  Go →MORE...

I am not a beach person, which makes me a sorry excuse for a southern Californian, but there it is.  I hate burning my feet on hot sand.  I hate the film salt water leaves on my skin.  I hate combing →MORE...

As a heads-up, this illustration by Alicia Stucky is one of my favorite works of art ever.  It is exactly 500% awesome.  Please, everyone, give her some love. On our afternoon walk a few days ago, Donald stopped suddenly in the →MORE...

Jul 11, 2011
I used to joke that I had the Black Thumb of Death.  You hear stories about people who can make things grow, who take plants knocking on Death’s door and nurse them back to health, but to me these people have →MORE...

Jul 06, 2011
We harvested our first zucchini two weeks ago and have since been flooded with skinny green squash OH MY WORD those plants are prolific.  Charlotte is in love with picking and toting around zucchini, but we’re about two seconds away from →MORE...