light

When I see a lamp post, I have a hard time not taking a photo of it. Like trees, lamp posts bear witness to stories that happen beneath them. They are interesting to me. I feel the same way about the moon. So when I see a lamp post and the moon at the same time, I...

for your weekend

The summer days roll on and the deadlines keep coming. So do the mosquitos and the lightening bugs and the tiny rabbit who lives in our front yard. We went tent camping and I realized how different John and I are (Him: “This just feels right.” Me:...

sweet July

Ihave lived in North Carolina for 16 years now. I can’t remember ever referring to July as “sweet.” Hot and humid? Yes. Heavy with grief? Once. Relaxing and fun? Usually. But this year I name July sweet because she comes bearing the gift of rest and...