Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Almost Christmas, again:

and we take out the birds with party hats from Nancy, the silver bells from my Mom,
 and the little wooden deer from Zihuatanejo, and I recall 
all of those days and all of my people.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Sometimes the present goes on and on

so that, months later, you realize that this sight is still humming along the wires 
of your body, and this singular hour has not yet come to an end, as if
the rules of time were suspended just for you.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Still thinking

about portraits, and the way that they pose more questions
than they answer.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

If you want to learn about nuance

come to the coast and watch the light change moment by moment,  
so that people and dogs seem to inhabit a long, slow, Nordic film.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Just a few months ago

summer was beginning, and the days that stretched out in front of us seemed endless.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

She likes to tell me her dreams

and then ask about mine. I told her that sometimes my dreams are so strange 
that I wake up laughing out loud; those are my favorites.

Friday, June 28, 2013


is what's missing during the busy part of the year. 
Sudenly there is time to notice the light, to think about what it might reveal.

Sunday, June 23, 2013

We headed home

right as the rain began. It was a tropical rain---
welcome and warm, rinsing the salt off of our bodies.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The last day of April

and it's my Dad's 83rd birthday. Last night I was making a chocolate sour cream cake 
for this occasion and he was watching "The Unforgiven", and he looked up at me and said, 
"we've had a lot of birthdays together". I'm wondering if this endurance in time, this 
persistent scramble to understand, is the real hallmark of love?

Friday, April 26, 2013

As far as I can tell

this is a solitary time for her, although her days seem crowded with activity and change.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Enmeshed :

These days I can't help thinking about how we are all rolled up in one another's lives-- 
it's unwieldy and intimate-- sometimes claustrophobic, sometimes all the comfort I need.