A Poem in Words (for Red)

Wait till there are no more diapers,wait till we are settled,wait till we have a fenced in yard.I would have waited forever.But.

A Poem in Pictures (for Red)

 RedAug 10, 2018 - Dec 24, 2.

on loss in 2020

The Winter Solstice was earlier this week: the darkest night of the entire year. It feels significant, in this year.

these are the days of (December 2020 edition)

* In person co-op classes cancelled, but still working thru school (Zoom calls = ugh. Just ugh.)* Zoe drawing animals all.

Swiftly Fly the Years (Ezra turns 13)

 Our God is still in the miracle business, as Ezra has made it to his teenage years.(Side note: I officially am a mom.

these are the days of (Summer 2020 edition)

* endless requests for icee pops* school slowly winding up: math and reading* making homemade salsa with too much cilantro*.

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