Go, Baby.

Because sometimes ya gotta explore. Even if it’s just a drawer, a hotel room, or a black box with buttons. Even if it’s a remote control, a waste basket, or your own reflection in the mirror. Ya gotta touch it, taste it, feel it. And then, when you’re all done with that, you gotta find something… read more

A Letter to Thee Ole 2013.

Dear Two Thousand Thirteen, It’s been real. It’s beeen good and bad and hard and wonderful. And I would like to take this time to say…”thank you.” (I guess??) FIRST… You started out with a bang, when my huzbun and I discovered the “happy little surprise” of another baby being added to our family! Yeah. A bit reckless, perhaps, but you proved yourself pretty epic right from… read more

Seasons of Grey.

By now you know that I get a little sentimental this time of the year. And if you’ve been around long enough, you may recall that there is always that one blog post in the fall, where I sort of gush those sentiments. Well, consider yourself warned: this is going to be THAT ONE. I have come to… read more

Two Americans on Two Crisp White Mats.

This morning John and I woke up feeling kinda sore and achy, so we decided to try out another cheap Khmer massage. It seemed like a grand idea, since we had walked two hundred miles the day before, to see the sunset over this certain temple…turns out it was a hill of stones with a lot… read more