Friday, November 6th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
You learn a lot about things you didn’t know you didn’t know when designing a house. Like shear
A Second Sunday. An Eleventh Month.
Butter yellow formica isn’t a material you see everyday. Unless you’re at my house. Our dining room table
Vive la France! Or why I fly the French flag.
Why would I go to the funeral of a friend or relative but not all of the funerals happening in
Tuesday, Sept 8th. The shoes I wore to meet the architect.
In my life, I have been told I resemble a prettier version of Allison Janney; easily passed off as Katharine
On being subtle but not small.
Subtle. The difference between a male and female jawline. The angle of the forehead, the curve of the brow.
There’
On parenting, love, and simply, what is.
Is the pain of yearning for a child you never had greater than the pain of regretting a child you
On N.W.A., truth in journalism, and free speech.
I don’t know why I am so interested in social justice. I don’t know why I am so
Friday, August 21. The shoes I wore to meet the architects.
A set of Copic markers is not cheap. But good tools are valued in the Office Design studio, where we
Wednesday, July 29. The shoes I wore to meet the architects.
Would have been these shoes, except that I didn’t meet with the architects (note: it’s plural now). I
A Second Sunday. An eighth month.
I like to think that meals like these provide ballast. They’re something we can count on, that we can
