Dear Kirtsy: After years of being meh to ARGGHH! about the looks you, I must say, I’m pretty much obsessed with your aesthetics these days. I set you as my home page to greet me each morning, because, well you’re so shiny. And happy. And MWAH! I could just to eat you up. But not [...]
Did I ever tell you about the day I met Wendi McLendon-Covey and she said that she would be my best friend forever? Well, that shit happened, y’all. After some negotiation, I said she would have to share the spot with my other BFF Jenny…(if only because Jenny helped me come up with my questions [...]
Photo by Karen Walrond. We are spending this last weekend of summer with good friends in Port Aransas. The beach rental is gorgeous. The rum punch is plentiful. And I can’t emphasize enough how great it is to travel with friends who are photographers. Pressure’s off. I’m not going to take one photo while I’m [...]
Sometimes I download photos from my camera and find random snapshots that Harry has taken. It’s interesting to see the world from smaller eyes. Eyes that are lower to the ground. And seeing everything. He wants a camera for his birthday. Oh Lord. Help us.
The people on the right side of this photo are my siblings. That’s me on the left. This is us circa 1981. And this weekend, 30 years later, we’re all at the same beach with all of our kids. Us plus five. Wouldn’t it be fun to re-enact this shot? I sorta doubt that’s going [...]
We went camping this weekend. I can now check that off the list. I have a lot of things to say about this adventure. But really, this photo should convey at least 1,000 words of it. To sum up: Camping is for the birds. Big birds, ready to party.
Harry gives France a solid thumbs-up. We’ve been home six days, and he’s ready to go back. Mainly, he’s ready to play with Oscar Blair again.
The beach in Normandy is very different from beaches around here. For starters, there is the incredibly poignant history. As you’re playing around, it’s impossible not to imagine what played out at this very spot less than 70 years ago. It’s also impossible to imagine how it happened as it did. Secondly, as opposed to [...]
Gabby and I at Mont St. Michel before we climbed up and in. I want to live there. For real. Only 41 people live there now, but I think I could hang as number 42. At least for a while. I’m not sure why I loved this place so much. Maybe because it would be [...]
This is what I’m looking at as I type. June and Olive and the greatest calendars ever. Honestly, I have no idea how Gabrielle gets anything done with all this cuteness all around all the time.