springtime & snow
It is officially spring and we are still buried in snow. Confused little flowers are trying to bud in the yard and the sun feels spring-like sometimes, coercing things to melt. Slowly. Adam took
It is officially spring and we are still buried in snow. Confused little flowers are trying to bud in the yard and the sun feels spring-like sometimes, coercing things to melt. Slowly. Adam took
This was a year. Good things first: I have a house. More than just a house I have a space that is mine and a place that is ours and I am such an
I took this photo in my yard. I have a yard now. Possibly obvious, but I no longer live in Manhattan. I left the city in a blur of cardboard boxes and craziness and
The Night Circus was first published five years ago today. It’s been a wonderful, strange, emotional roller coaster since then and I am still so very grateful to everyone who embraced and supported the
Here we are at the end of the year again. I have had my least productive blogging year possibly ever. I am sorry, blog. I think this post will knock the last 2014 post
I keep forgetting it is December, probably because I finished my NaNoWriMo-ness early this year. I do hope all of you who NaNo-ed enjoyed yourselves, regardless of how many words you wrote, and I