Hopefully, Gently, Soon

I spent the last day of 2015 like many other nights during the year: I got home from dinner at my parents’ house, got the baby down to sleep and then retreated to my bedroom. Then I read books, listened to music and watched some Netflix. (“Making A Murderer,” a strange way to end one year and begin the next.) And then I crashed out just after midnight, waking when my sweetheart came home from work so I could welcome him and the new year. I’m glad 2015 is over. It was a beautiful year, the first year of being

A Slow, Steady September

The humidity’s been insane lately. The air feels like a damp blanket, or a giant sauna. I usually hate limp, boneless days like this — and the bugs and b.o. that seems to thrive in the moistness — but the barista at my local downtown cafe told me she thinks of it like a giant embrace from the world, so I’m trying that on. A sweaty, stinky embrace, but a loving one nevertheless. I’m impatient for fall. Fall is my spiritual new year, full of endeavor and purpose. My nerdy self always loved the annual rituals of school supplies and

Look of the Week: The Transitional Outfit

It’s the in-between days, straddling Indian summer and the crisp, purposeful fall — today as I write this, it’s 90 degrees and sunny, but tomorrow we’re supposed to have a low in the 40s. I suppose you can say this is my “last gasp of summer” outfit because it’s cool enough for a day like this but — with a jacket or cardigan thrown on — will do just fine when it gets cold tonight. It’s a silk sleeveless top from the Fletcher by Lyell line (prob my fave designer collabo ever), a pair of beloved, well-worn sandals, though the

What the Hawks Told Me

This weekend I went out to my favorite place in my hometown: my local arboretum. I went with my journal, a stack of books, some Sour Patch Kids for snacks, my hippie yearly planner and my regular weekly planner. It was a gorgeous day — early fall weather, with lots of golden sunshine mixed with a slight yet brisk wind. I wore a hoodie, jeans and Converse, and I hunkered down between some hawthorn trees on top of a large sarong/scarf I got ages ago on a beach in Thailand. I wasn’t just there to hang out and enjoy the