Why I love baseball
This isn’t a baseball field. It’s across from the baseball fields. It’s what I see on warm spring evenings when I’m at baseball practice and games. It’s what I… Read more >
it's all in the details
This isn’t a baseball field. It’s across from the baseball fields. It’s what I see on warm spring evenings when I’m at baseball practice and games. It’s what I… Read more >
I snapped a few photos yesterday just before the awards ceremony at Alyssa’s season-end softball tournament, and in each picture her face was the same. This is what second place looks… Read more >
I am lying on the picnic table with my knees up. I kick off my shoes and the reflection off my bare, pasty-white toes is blinding. They are still sleepy from… Read more >
A few weeks ago I got a message from someone I met through my job. She said she’d decided to pursue her photography hobby more seriously, and told me she’s now… Read more >
Alyssa came home from school and relayed to me a conversation she’d had with a friend. She said the friend had been contemplating what it would be like if people were… Read more >
At the beginning of the month, I signed up for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), where the goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. If you… Read more >
Fifty thousand words was the goal. Going into the third week of November, I was on a creative roll — so much so that I wrote about it. I said,… Read more >
I am pretty sure that my sheer existence embarrasses my oldest child. This has pretty much been the case since, oh I don’t know, he was born. It doesn’t come… Read more >
In our family, the number of kids in the house is a direct indicator of how many different opinions you’ll find on any given topic. I’m pretty sure no matter… Read more >
Eight. Three more than five. Two less than ten. It doesn’t seem like much of a milestone. Eight is still little, right? From the time Wyatt was born, he has… Read more >