Ok, fine. It’s sort of Thursday but only if you’re in, like, the first third of the country. Never mind that … I mostly just wanted to present to you, ‘Grandma Lowman turns 90’. Literally, this was one of the brightest spots my family’s shared in the past seven years. I’ll never forget her clarity that day and how just the day prior (when we took some five generation (!) photos) she called me by name and gave me eskimo kisses. My cup runneth over. Continue reading
Am I smarter than a fifth grader?
Ugh. Boo. Wouaaa wouaaa wu wu wouaaaaaaaaaa. (that’s a long, drawn-out baby cry, obvs).
You know how it’s super boring to see photos of babies gently sleeping? Wrapped so neatly in cheesecloth? Nestled sweetly in a basket? I agree!
That’s why when I went to visit baby Mae earlier this week, I tickled her feet and picked at her ears until she was wide awake and ready to make some faces at my glass. Don’t misquote me … I said glass. Continue reading
He’s just my favorite. And to be clear, little ladies around the age of ten … despite what you might gather from his inviting eyes and sweet half-smile, he is 100% unavailable for at least the next sixteen years. Kthxbye.
These two. Celebrating five (five?!) years of friendship and a tenth birthday.
I told my man friend on Saturday that my only hope for the evening was to see the sunset. Continue reading
It is rare that I find myself at a loss for words, but today? I’m at a loss. Except for one.
I admit I took a moment to look up the definition of the word taken because today, this is the only word that feels relevant and it feels absolutely negative. But I knew that wasn’t right. You can take your child’s hand or a compliment, and as I recalled from many of my own experiences, you can take a photo. All good things. I looked it up because all taken stirs up for me today is a negative connotation. This weekend, in Kalamazoo, something very sacred was taken.
Human lives. Continue reading
Imma finish up this series right here right now with this one.last.post. Seems appropriate to wrap it up on this very last day of 2015. I promised, after all. Continue reading
Last we left things, we’d hit the water. I just can’t talk about it without getting all nostalgic … which I think takes at least three months so I’m actually right on time. #amiright? Continue reading
I swear on all that is holy we’ll be done talking about two-month old vacations before 2016. But really, when you enjoy something so much, why stop talking about it? Like ever, you know?
a brand new ending 