“Our lives are made
In these small hours
These little wonders,
These twists & turns of fate
Time falls away,
But these small hours,
These small hours still remain”
– Rob Thomas
Our Everyday
Sharing our stories, big and small.
“He adored New York City. He idolized it all out of proportion…no, make that: he – he romanticized it all out of proportion. Yeah. To him, no matter what the season was, this was still a town that existed in black and white and pulsated to the great tunes of George Gershwin.”
– Woody Allen, Manhattan
Tagged: Central Park, Children's Art Museum, MoMA, NYC
We return to our favorite spot for pumpkins and fall fun.
Look at how much we’ve grown in a year!
it is an amazing thing
to be born
bringing purpose
that wasn’t thought needed
laying vulnerability
in the hearts of those that love you
the gift of life
bestowed upon everyone that touches you, that learns you
depositing a windfall of happiness
to last for every rainy day
depositing a windfall of happiness
to last for every rainy day
evening out all the rough edges, filling the empty spaces, healing the gaps
with the love that is you
with the love that is you
Five weeks of third grade, first grade, pre-k; five weeks of CCD, soccer, hip hop, gymnastics, homework, projects; five weeks of stirring the kids awake every school morning with a rapid succession of brushing, dressing, eating, packing and dashing; five weeks of new job responsibilities bringing new stresses; five weeks of precariously teeter-tottering between balance and insanity I was left with only these words, “Calgon, take us away!”
The Homestead, in Hot Springs, Virginia, is a resort that dates back to 1766. Two hundred miles away, the last sixty miles meandering through bucolic towns, we were instantly transported away from routine and time. It is one thing to experience history displayed on walls, in the wear of the brick, in the stories told and it is another to sit on the carriage, sip from the tea cup and recline in the chair by the fireplace. I realize that this hotel has been re-built and re-decorated many times over but as I played checkers I couldn’t help but feel the past, very present.
she giggles
when I expect her to
she twirls
with rainbows in her hair
she cries
sometimes, because we all do
she answers
when I ask
she hugs
just right
she is my best friend
in a short and long life
It spins, it tosses, it lurches, it bumps
My stomach tumbles
Laughter escapes
Down below, the cotton candy vendor shrinks
Ringing bells quiet
I smell the sea
I stretch, I shrink, I slim, I fatten
I get lost in a maze
Crashing into walls
Balls fly into cans, horses stagger forward
The claw is clawing
Tickets stream
Pigs, horses, crayons, fish
All won with pride
Loved treasures
Persisting like the sand in our shoes
Carefree sunny days
Will warm us in winter
This is a city I never stop falling in love with, the longer I am away the fonder my heart grows. As I make home with my current city, which is actually my old city whose streets I’ve driven for the past two decades in my dad’s Mustang, my friend’s Chevette, my Odyssey, I visit my old city which is actually my new city and it somehow feels like coming home.
This is the city where you walk the crowded sidewalk with a slice of pizza, cup of Joe’s coffee or Mister Softee cone in your hand while hearing the beating drums, jazz quartet or pianist, heading to the bookstore, theater or bar then stumble upon an artist selling jewelry, paintings or music. This is a city of predictability, a city of spontaneity, a city of connection; anyone from anywhere can belong.
The National Building Museum presents a one-of-a-kind destination for visitors, an interactive architectural installation that brings the quintessential summer experience of going to the beach to downtown Washington, D.C. Spanning across the Museum’s Great Hall, the BEACH, created in partnership with Snarkitecture, will cover 10,000 square feet and include an “ocean” of nearly one million recyclable translucent plastic balls.
– National Building Museum website, August 2015
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