[Daughters of the Revolution dress + Yoox cropped contour sweater (Anthro) + Kors boots + vintage Squash blossom necklace.] So here I am sitting on the porch. Feeling present. There’s a crew of guys repairing a roof from Irene across the way, tree tops are looking a little singed with fall colors, the downy furs of Eli’s elbows are blowing… View Post
This was a day of firsts. I sat in the back of Michael’s car—4 of us heading toward the coast with no less than 5 Apple devices and 3 DSLR cameras ready to capture and communicate the day—when it occurred to me that I’ve never looked out over the Pacific Ocean. San Francisco Bay doesn’t really count, and unless there… View Post
This is one of those days that demands you kick caution, cares, and chores to the curb. If I had work to do, this’d be the day I said “F**k it.” If I had an office to show up at, this’d be the day I called in sick. In short, I was exactly where I wanted to be, doing exactly… View Post
Rob and I aren’t normal texters. Our messages tend to be unscrupulous, adventitious, and totally bizarre. We don’t actually accomplish much in the way of meaningful communication: words of affection, schedule checks, or attempts at coordination. Mostly, we talk about how badly we have to pee in various unfortunate situations, instances of strangers farting audibly, or—and this is, to us,… View Post