The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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Thursday, July 25, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
'Tis the Season
In case you've been eagerly waiting to read it, I am working on a short narrative relaying the events surrounding Henry's birth. Some of the details are rather harrowing, & between a reticence to revisit the pain & a lack of alone time with my MacBook, it's been slow going. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
A Month of Sundays
Since last I blogged, Henry has taken the world by storm. And by, 'by storm,' I of course mean I've lugged him all over the twin cities in his infant carrier while he maintained a fairly consistent sleep/wail cycle, interspersed with occasional calm glances at his changing surroundings.