Here we are. And we move forward.

The 2025 card marked a year in motion

How did I end up here, hugging my kitchen counter?

It was time to descale the coffee maker this morning.

I got up early while the rest of the house was still in their cozy beds...

The memories are in boxes. Lids sealed tight, to keep the memories from leaking out.

July 4th is a celebration of freedom, independence, and self-determination.

Neither of us saw this coming. We were young and a little stupid.

It’s an oddly familiar but unwelcoming Airbnb. 

It’s good to be busy; it’s good to have things to do.

There’s a silver lining to this week’s episode of the grief coaster.

I long for my simple kind of life, with known rhythms and routines.

Yesterday was our little girl’s birthday.

The process of prep, cooking, and serving speaks to me deeply.

The amount of dynamic change since our last Anniversary is hard to catalog.

I loved sitting at the dining room table with Beth, dividing the stack of cards

The rowing master announces, “I have good news and bad news."

Traditionally, Thanksgiving has been a somewhat odd, if not awkward, holiday for us.

The last month or so has been really nice. I love being up at the lake and watching the season change from fall to winter.

Beth loved bikes—we both did. Bikes became a pivotal ingredient in our lives and many of our travel adventures.