Category Archives: my mom

Spring Ephemerals

Rooftop astronomy Lately, the moon has been in a triangle with Venus and Jupiter, all 3 brighter than anything else in the early night sky, with Orion close on their heels as they all fly west (more correctly, as we spin east). I mark my nights by the angle of Orion relative to the tops

Botanica

And, suddenly…it’s November! My mom has an incredible green thumb, and her dad, Grandfather Bud to me, studied forestry at Syracuse. Growing up identifying every plant that crossed our path (or was even close to our path), I’ve learned enough to identify most common plants, but I’m still no expert. More than anything, I have

Predictable orbits

Despite the silence, there’s no lack of activity around the homestead - not to worry! We’re just lacking in hours in the day and energy enough to conquer it all. We’ve been up to plenty. A few custom projects - one a birthday celebration book filled with letters to the client’s mother; another an illustrator’s

September 1, 2010

I think this was actually Johnny Thomas’s first birthday since John Thomas is right there, but 16 month-old me was being bossy and sticking my nose in the middle of things. When I was little, I remember thinking that 16 was so old and I’d never actually be that old myself, and it was a

Fresh eyes and curiosity

I don’t remember having air conditioning when we were little. I think we had a window unit at one point, but it was never something we relied upon or cared much about. My favorite memories of summer have everything to do with swimming, running through a sprinkler, playing at the park, riding bikes and eating