My smirking Butternut

Shades of Daisy Hamilton are surfacing.

A view from the top of the ride

From happy happy joy joy to grumpy grumpy sad sad and back again. The roller coaster as metaphor.

Executive assistant

My coworkers on their ten minute break from making it impossible for me to get any work done.

Fifth grade

The grind begins again. Where in the hell did the summer go? And when did my baby get so big?

Her dawg

Coco is her best friend, and she is Coco’s job.

It twirls

The fancier of my two children in all her fancy glory.

My girls

Today my heart comes home to me with all its lanky legs and arms.

On becoming the coolest person my daughter ever knew for ten whole minutes

Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.

Nature

The spunk did not fall far from the tree with this one.

Now sprinting with both legs

Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.