At the end of Bon Voyage, Pittsfield week came Howdy ho, Cape Cod week. (Listen, some of us know how to “summer,” amiright?) Even though my family is sporadically far-flung and the majority of us have established households, it felt really good to spend our vacation in the spot that my Dad adored (and made us promise to visit this August), spread his ashes in the part of the ocean he loved best, and be together for reasons neither funereal nor {Read More}
35 Beats 34 And Here’s Why.
If I may be permitted to post about my birthday one last time (for this year, anyhow)… 34 was a hard age. In fact, it was my toughest year ever. It actually had very little to do with the number or the midthirtiness of it all, and more to do with the fact that 34 was the year which kinda shook the ground beneath my feet. The day I turned 34, I was the mother of a 4 year-old, 2 {Read More}
Wedding Weekend 2: The Bride of Wedding Weekend.
So, as promised, here’s a smattering of my youngest sister’s #flynnpesq Wedding Weekend 2015 highlights. (Because we’d need a coffee table book for the whole dang shebang. We’d probably need to borrow a few more coffee tables, too.) And as I don’t yet have access to Em’s sure-to-be glorious wedding photos (and because my phone was someone else for the majority of the day), here are a few cobbled-together pix: The hotel had a salt water pool. It was freezing. {Read More}
Let’s Go Exploring: Paper Storage Edition.
One of the best parts about helping to sort/organize/preserve at your childhood home is the sheer amazingness that you find (and subsequently scan). Behold: It’s the little things. Unless you’re talking about a certain blue felt fedora which one of us received for Christmas ’93. Then it’s the big things.
Go Home. (Friday Blog Edition.)
Please forgive the day late/dollar short/donut-heavy blog post. Yesterday was a travel day for me, but now I’m hanging out with the coolest guitarist around. No, not Clapton. The other one. So here are three pix from my Thursday- which pretty much sum it up pretty nicely: A lint ball/cat hair amalgamation I found while packing that’s equal parts gross and heartwarming. Nora answered some questions, AKA I Gave Birth To Myself. Hey there, East Coast. (Let’s all just go {Read More}
Thanksgiving And Thanksgoing.
I am so thankful for this crew. Even though no one’s looking the same way. Especially since no one’s looking the same way. Despite the fact that I’m wearing less than no makeup, Susannah’s face is being obscured by wayward hair, and Jasper is Not. Feeling. This. Photo. At. All. I’m so thankful for this crew. Our health. Our home. Our loved ones. And everyone and everything which facilitates those things. Happy Thanksgiving, guys. Love, A member of the windblown, travel-happy, messy {Read More}
Taking Our Show On The Road (And Highway).
We had a road trip this weekend. Or rather, the road trip had us. In numbers: 17- the hours of drive time 1- the hourly span between each of the first three rest stops 49- grade, out of 100, that we rated the West Virgina Hampton Inn where we spent one overnight 45- minutes spent looking for the crib said Hampton Inn promised would be in our room (2- times we checked on the availability of the crib prior to {Read More}
My Sister Got Married And All I Got…
(…was this lousy pair of sunglasses. Actually, I like the shades quite a bit.) Over the weekend, my youngest sister Emma and her fiancé Dan got married. Here’s why it was special: Originally intended for May of 2015, this ceremony was quickly whipped into shape by dear family and friends (and family friends) so that neither chemo nor cancer could stand in the way of our Dad walking Em down the aisle. Here’s why it was cool: The small group {Read More}