A recent blog perusal has unearthed an unlikely discovery: I rather enjoy these snapshot posts. Short, telling, packed with feels – an archived glimpse into the ever-fleeting now. I think it has something to do with that old saying about the little things being the big things. You know, hindsight and all that. Plus, for […]

Words for a White Weekend


“When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.” + Mary Oliver, When Death Comes  * Lately I’ve been thinking a […]

29,000 Words


Two months ago I committed to two-hundred words a day, inches in the miles of novel-writing that have saved me every day since. Some proof – mostly for myself but also, if you’re interested, for you. * Mr. Gregory, the resident bachelor and neighborhood handyman, lived three blocks out in a renovated craftsman recently outfitted […]


I am still reeling from the events of the last two weeks. I’m exhausted from sitting up at night thinking about it, my shoulders sore from carrying it with me everywhere I go. I can hardly look at my girls without my heart plummeting into my stomach or the wind getting knocked out of me. […]


Chicago 2018

“Words are sacred. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones, in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.” – Tom Stoppard This is the first I’ve written since May. I had fancy plans to make it happen sometime this summer between the bottles and diapers, puzzles and sweltering mid-afternoon walks. […]