Thanks, Sagar!

Thanks, Sagar!

My friend Sagar is an accomplished pet photographer. He has been featured in Outside magazine and his love for dogs shows in his work. Whenever he’s in town, I beg for a few updated shots. These are a few of my favorites from the last session. He perfectly...

Where Old and New Meet

My cousin Cale was given this quilt after my grandparents died. It wasn’t one my grandmother used; it was kept on display on a high plant shelf above the kitchen. Cale’s puppy didn’t show such deference and sooner than later the hand-stitched...

A Season of Rebirth

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays. My late Grandmother Maxine would have us to her home in Tucson for a simple meal after church, and we’d all enjoy chocolate. She loved chocolate, and it was her annual sacrifice for Lent. I think of her often,...

What We Leave Behind

When I was born, my British grandmother, fondly known as Gramma J, was just 45. She was a young mother, as was my mother. By 50, she’d have three grandchildren and one on the way. Gramma J is still alive in her body, but her spirit has long since left this...

All the Goodness of This Year

This time of year, I like to look back and think about all of the wonderful days that we celebrated in some way. There was the trip to Mexico City, which remains one of my favorites of all time. Jason and I loved the culture, walking the city, the food, and definitely...

The Word is Bird

Thanksgiving prep is underway at our house. The tables soon will be full with family, extended family, and neighbors. For the first time, I’m cooking the bird. I’m a wee bit anxious. (Okay, it is 5 am and I’m blogging after spending an hour reading...