Eat the Frog

I'll certainly write more when I get home, sort pictures, and come to my senses. Still, I need to get this down so I remember exactly...

When Lily was born I was overwhelmed with everything. Bathing a baby? Oh my no, who ever thought bathing a baby was easy? You get a helpless...

I have not yet shared the details of my bus ride and night spent in Memphis, in part because I was trying to freak myself out into a panic a...

As we ate, my sweet tea disappeared.  J.J.'s glass kept getting lipstick prints on it even though she wasn't wearing lipstick. Th...

  Saying goodbye was hard. There was a lot of hugging. Southerners hug a lot. There were tears. It was surreal leaving, loading bags o...

Today, I jumped out of the bunk beds, barefoot down the ancient wood floors, and quietly headed out to the docks. Every morning before, I ...

I know I already posted this picture, but I wanted to highlight it. Taking a black and white of trees is so terribly hard. All the greens ...