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Every hour there is a tiny buzz on my wrist and I look down at my bright yellow watch to see the word “BREATHE” pop up on my watch. Or is it every 30 minutes? Funny, I’m not even sure because I’m typically too distracted to notice the tiny reminder from our dear friends at Apple. Every…

The house is quiet now. Three little humans continue to sleep upstairs, completely unaware of the golden light that pours through the windows. A glance toward the back patio reveals towels thrown carelessly off in the midst of sprinkler play. In the quiet, my eyes scan the room and I notice the crumbs left behind…

I’m sitting on our back deck as I write this. Meadow and Taza just finished having a picnic on the deck floor. Taza humored Meadow by watching as Meadow places pieces of broken pancake in her mouth and banters about nothing at all while Taza looks at her and pretends to hang on her every…

I turned 39 two days ago. It was a huge celebration with big party, a three tier cake (chocolate, of course), and a tablescape to die for. Friends and family wandered in and out of our house sipping drinks, consuming delicate finger foods, and bantering about life, the weather and everything except politics and religion,…

Recently Summer (or Summer Kellogg Photography) posted a picture of Meadow and I with a brief description of me and my nothing box. Evidently most men are blessed to be in possession of such a thing. I am not at all disappointed to have this box. There are many theories I have about why men…