Project 52, V. 9

Last week, Jeremiah and I packed up our textbooks and favorite jeans and left an apartment of dirty dishes and unwritten term papers for the luxury of Montreal. I took the week off from my 52 project, and instead, we ate so much good food and stumbled through so much clumsy French in our nearest […]

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Project 52, V. 4

Some weeks aren’t made for pretty pictures and pretty stories. This was one of those weeks — a vacation from school clodhoppered by too many night shifts and too little rest. I’m feeling rough around the edges and exhausted. At the same time, a little sunlight, like this speckling through my plastic-wrapped window, makes even […]

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Project 52, V. 3

My husband is a numbers guy. He’s analytic, systematic, risk-averse, and studying his way through the 4 exams needed to become a CPA. But, all his wily know-how aside, Jeremiah is really just a creative tender of plants, fish tanks, and people. * Here, he’s inspecting the sun-dews he started from seed last winter *

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Inside Out, Outside In

This is what happens when you live in a teeny-tiny apartment squashed atop a pizza shop and billowed in pot smoke and profanity. You optimistically name your little plot “Pie in the Sky,” you cook whopper disasters in a chintzy oven, you make out like parakeets (long story — ask my husband), you pray a fistful of grateful prayers, […]

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