into words {summer}

I feel myself slipping into summer, where there is no routine or schedule; where there is always something to do; where people get together more. Suddenly 9pm is time to walk the dogs and tidy up the house instead of prepare for bed. The lingering light of day beckons me to stay up later and …

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{into words} spring into summer

Rue follows me to the coffee pot in the morning, hopeful for some food. When I turn on the light she doesn't wince her eyes. The house already has a lightness to it - the sun has already risen and it reaches into the house, begging for us to rise, to see, to live. Two …

{30} into words

{a semi-dramatic, post birthday reflection for your reading pleasure...} Last week I traveled to Southwest Florida to celebrate turning 30. I came home and promptly got the head cold sickness my husband had before I left. Instead of getting back into a rhythm at home, I've been going to bed super early and blowing my …