Each spring, our table is dressed with supple, sensual bouquets of calla lilies. They were planted here well before our arrival by a fool, as I’m reminded once a year when thinking, “Oh that’s right, we have a calla lily plant.”
Michael helped a longtime friend of ours move yesterday, a young woman we’ve watched work extraordinarily hard to achieve her dreams and is now seeing them bear fruit. (With two wild girls, having an EMT-in-training as your regular sitter comes in handy more often than you’d like.)
Or as Uncle Daron said of the 8-year-old, “She wanted BLACK Chucks? Uh oh, she’s gonna be that girl.”
Living the rad girls’ life, showing friends the path.
Fellow hot sleeper and anti-pajama-ite, dreaming twixt Dad and fur.
Sundays at the skatepark. All that organic food and Montessori, just to end up with a pair of hardened street punks.
The best Japanese gummies on the planet flank the 10-year-old’s first chibi commission.
Ginger Grant likes a cat-toes massage whilst I stream.
Nap game on point.
A long weekend in Portland, visiting friends, exploring the lush and rambling Japanese Garden, lazing in bookshops and loading up in boutiques, and discovering the youngest is an unexpected hustler.