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I’m wishing my chicks were still this little. A post from 2005.
Just on the other side of my window, beyond the sage curtains I hung recently, past the doubled reflection of gold and green and red and blue lights on our 10-foot tree, I see the
After studying all day in his office, Dave ‘s work day isn’t over. There’s wood to haul in, and a stove to fill and keep stoked. There’s an old window leaning against the building-formerly-known-as-the-chicken-coop, waiting
On this gray, chilly day (yay, yay, yay!), with fall just days away, I thought I’d take a moment to look back at the summer of 2012. I think I took about 1600 pictures this summer, so choosing a few to highlight will be difficult. This might
“Cut my hair,” she says, with that all-purpose, pleading tone, the one she uses for popsicles and new shoes and just one more game of cards.
I don’t want to cut her hair. She’s twelve … almost thirteen, and that means she
We missed the Evergreen State Fair this year. I don’t know how that happens. I am always so determined that we’re going to go, but sometimes August slips into September and our chance disappears along with it. There’s always the Puyallup,
I got a card from my not-so-secret pal a few weeks ago. She's eleven, blonde-ish, and creeping up on me height-wise. She lives in the bedroom above mine. As far as secret-pal duties go, she favors sneaking up on me when I'm working and giving me an impressively firm shoulder rub. She likes to bring me coffee when I haven't asked for it, and drop handfuls of Skittles or sour Starburst on my desk whenever she's in possession of a bag ...