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 […]
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 *
Up early this morning drinking 2-day old coffee and mumbling on in preparation for my summer intensive’s final oral report (ick! What freedom when this thing is over and done with!). Meanwhile, my husband sleeps sweetly, nested under a storm of disarrayed comforters. Watching him, my soul turns to melted butter, dappled morning light served […]
In Plainfield, even the carpenters wear T-shirts memorializing Che Guevara and Bob Marley, and they listen to rough-cut reggae and sport aviator glasses and West-coast vocabulary.