Winter in Southern California is like those perfect cakes you see in a bakery window. One never expects to eat one, much less to be able to make one, but there it is, nonetheless. That anything that perfect could be executed by human hands seems practically impossible. I used to long for white Christmases as … Continue reading
At the playground, the sun is dipping below the trees, and the frantic air possessing all the kids calms down. We can all feel it: the electricity has left the premises. The day is ending. Soon, it will be time for dinner, bath, and bed. And all the parents will breathe a collective sigh. V … Continue reading
I recommend getting yourself a family member who works for Disney. My mom does, so I have had more magical Disneyland experiences than I can count. Even saying that, today was one for the books. It was just my mom, V and me and so we took it slow and only did a couple of … Continue reading
The sun is hot. The sun is yellow. The yellow sun is over the house. “It is hot out here in the sun.” “It is not hot here under the house.” –Go Dog Go, by PD Eastman (It was my favorite book, and now it is V’s as well.) I love summer. It’s my favorite … Continue reading
small life, slow life 