On Seattle’s storm-bruised vernal equinox, arms upraised in promise: The littlest, lashed:
February
I see two dragons in those clouds predicting at least five more months of Seattle winter. After 13 years, I have crossed the rubicon into Seattle winter weariness.
At the schoolyard gates…
… love’s labours lost.
Secret weapon
Downward pup
Goats on a rope
Seen bizarrely often at school pickup time, kids walking kids. Stay weird, Ballard.
(Taptaptap) Is this thing still on?
Man, so, BLOGGING — so 2007, right? This is the part where I should gloss over the 17-month gap in this blog with Valid Excuses (crippling workload, major illness, finally fulfilled that dream of high-seas piracy), but the truth is so much more excruciatingly benign: vague ennui, Hawaii, damn kids, family drama, travel, procrastination, holidays,…
Whoever said getting there was half the fun had a transporter
Last week Mike and I finally got OFF our collective asses and decided to spend a little time ON ’em: a week on the beach, just us and the girls renting a cottage on the rugged, majestic Oregon Coast. It was the perfect getaway: for weeks, I’d envisioned our sun-washed days of building sandcastles and…
Why breeding shouldn’t be permitted without a license, Part 38
It was a gorgeous day at Woodland Park Zoo, and by gorgeous I mean cool and overcast and threatening just enough rain today to make it feel like we had the whole damn place to ourselves, and that’s saying an awful lot on a summer day. Even better? As soon as we walked into the…
I totally would’ve crashed this wedding
A million years ago when I started this half-assed blog, my friend Jillian told me about her friend Becky, who not only liked this lipsticked porker but actually subscribed. “She’s married, and she lives in Portland, and she doesn’t have kids but says if she did, she’d raise them with the exact kind of mindset…