Ain’t nobody eating the pears I bought and I don’t know what I was thinking buying them. They are really disgusting looking. The color is scary. They’re muddy yellow with brown streaks in them and you’re thinking, “Those are called rotten pears,” except you’re wrong. These are fresh pears. Fresh pears that nobody will eat because we’re afraid. Even Jesse,… View Post

That’s a nice winter picture, isn’t it? I love the snow. I wonder when I am going to not love snow. Perhaps March? Here are a few things that went on in January: {What I Tried} – My first trail run. My habit is to run down busy streets partly because my ego keeps me running (what if the drivers… View Post

This is a picture of me trying to hold my balance at the Children’s Museum in downtown Ann Arbor. A couple of Sundays ago, we went to church, went to a breakfast nook called The Broken Egg, spent a few minutes in Literati, and then here, to try and do some balancing. The Broken Egg seems like a sad name,… View Post

“Something changes in us when we travel,” so says Volume 20 of Kinfolk magazine. “…it’s what we do with those memories once we’ve unpacked our suitcases that really makes a difference in the long run.” I ate the last of the Florida oranges this morning, its skin was thin and flecks of brown covered the orange so that it seemed more native… View Post

Around here we’re home improving and some of us get bored with such trivial matters, so we pull out silly putty and put it on various parts of our sibling’s body in Home Depot. Around here we have some work to do. Around here we’ve picked out flooring. Around here we’ve picked out paint, or, Harper’s picked it out. She… View Post