Wild child

Jun 23, 2011
We’ve been filling our summer with hikes in the local canyons, waiting until we cannot see a single person, then whooping at the top of our lungs.  It feels powerful.  And we’ve been filling our summer with chalk drawings scattered across →MORE...

    1.  Unattended dirt in a wheelbarrow is a feline port-a-potty.    2.  If a bird needs help hatching, chances are that it will not survive.    3.  Gophers are the devil.  No, seriously.  THE DEVIL.    4.  Toddlers cannot →MORE...

Jun 09, 2011
In the morning, the sunlight was peeking into the bedroom windows when I woke up.  I looked outside and I knew that it was a hiking day. Warm weather makes my legs itch for the trail, makes my heart yearn for →MORE...

May 27, 2011
Over the past few weeks, the way that Charlotte plays has drastically changed.  I keep telling people this, trying to put my finger on HOW it changed and WHAT is different, but all I can come up with is that it →MORE...

May 25, 2011
“Golly,” I tell her, sweeping her bangs to the side, “I sure do love you.” She smiles coyly, tilts her head to the side, blushes, scampers away.  Two seconds later, she returns with a yellow dandelion in her hand.  She holds →MORE...