We celebrated my grandfather’s life over Labor Day, and marked the end of an era. A whole generation turned forward on life’s ferris wheel.
I marked both the twelfth anniversary of Matt’s and my wedding and the sixth anniversary of this blog.
My favorite blog post: Nostalgia Like an Undertow.
I read Those We Love Most by Lee Woodruff, Motherland by Amy Sohn, and other books I cannot for some reason remember.
Whit lost three teeth in 24 hours one weekend.
An Acela ride home from New York one evening during a storm took me 8 hours.
I spent a weekend at the shore with my dearest friends from college, and was reminded yet again of the vital importance of these friends, these women who knew me when I was becoming who I am.
The creative is the place where no one else has ever been. You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you’ll discover will be wonderful. What you’ll discover will be yourself. – Alan Alda
Absolutely love that quote. Love.