time travel

Perfect Moment Monday: Love your interruptions

January 27, 2013

“Mommy, would you cuddle with me?” My 9 year-old son, Reed, still asks me that at bedtime. It’s at the part of the day when I just want to open up my computer and finish that post, respond to that email, look up that fact I was wondering about earlier. In other words, I’m ready […]

Worded Wednesday: My family went to the 1920s

November 28, 2012

Over Thanksgiving weekend Roger and I took the kids forĀ  a day in downtown Denver. We started out by throwing a football around at Civic Center Park on a gorgeous and sunny late-morning (Reed’s pick). At Tessa’s urging we then we switched to a volleyball, counting to see how many volleys we could get in […]

Homecoming

October 16, 2012

Sometimes you can go back. But why, you might ask, why would I want to go back to this: I’m 17. I’m with the band. This photo (no shocker that it was my entry into Edenland’s Dork Olympics many years ago) was taken one autumn during my high school years. I was a proud member […]

The 25s

August 30, 2012

My Dad was 25 when I was born. His mother was 25 when he was born. I did not have a baby when I was 25, so the pattern was a short one.

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