late summer

We’ve been soaking up these late summer days, as the seasons are starting to change. It’s getting dark earlier, the nights are cool, and the mornings are brisk (well maybe not this week, but last week!). Somehow the sunlight seems more golden and precious, and it makes me stop and appreciate all that’s around me.

late summer vegetables


Inside, we’ve been cooking up fresh vegetables like eggplant and summer squash and soooo many tomatoes! Now that Wes is eating off our plates, we’ve been having some hilariously wonderful family meals. Dinner is possibly the most perfect part of every day.

Happy end-of-summer. Enjoy it!

a vineyard weekend

Over the weekend, we went to the Vineyard with some friends from HBS. It rained Saturday morning, but other than that the weather was perfect.

vineyard sunset
We went on the boat, ate lots of yummy food, lounged in the sun and in the shade, and we even saw a double rainbow (more pictures here)! We didn’t get home until waaaay past my bedtime on Sunday night, but I’m already looking forward to our next visit.

today from the train

After a long, exhausting day, I saw this from the train.

today from the train

Nice, huh?

a spanish adventure (and a beautiful wedding!)

We went on our first family vacation! On June 27th, we took an overnight flight to Madrid for our friends’ wedding. Eric was a groomsman, and we had a blast at the wedding.

bride & groom - cropclick here to see all of our pictures from billy & ledia’s wedding and our time in spain

Madrid was hot hot hot — somewhere around 109 °F on our last full day there — and we walked all over that city. Wes was a total champ, and everywhere we went people said que guapo! or que bonito! or que simpatico! or I’ve never seen such a happy baby! He’s a charmer. We really had such a wonderful time; I hope you can tell by the photos.

We went to NYC for the National Stationery Show and when we came home, we found our irises in full bloom.


I love that our yard welcomes us home in such a pretty way.

pink spring

Last year, at this time, we were still living in an apartment with a weird, shared yarders of our very own.. Spring was gorgeous, but we didn’t really enjoy it. What a difference 365 days can make! This year we’ve got our own yard with trees and flowers and beautiful things.

pink spring

I just can’t get over it; everything feels right here.


My dear friend, Viola, passed away the week before last. It was after the Marathon Bombing, but before the manhunt in Watertown. That was a tough week on many levels, and the news hit me hard. I can’t really believe it’s already been a few weeks; when you hear news like this it seems like the world just has to stop. But it doesn’t.

Viola had been fighting cancer for a long time, so the news wasn’t altogether unexpected. That doesn’t make it any easier though, does it? Viola was an amazing woman, and I considered her my mentor. She lived her life in a bold and colorful way that made people gravitate toward her. Last week, Wes and I went to the Shiva that her family held at their house. We went on the last night, and there were so many people telling stories about this wonderful woman who meant so much to them. It’s weird to gather in a room with a lot of strangers and know that the thing you have in common is this one person who isn’t there.

That night, Viola’s daughter, Anna, talked about how much Viola loved babies and how big her hands were in comparison to a baby. I’d never noticed how big her hands were, but as Anna was saying it I thought, “Yes! She did have big hands!” I pictured how her hands would look holding Wes, and I took a mental snapshot. They didn’t get a chance to meet, but at the Shiva, I showed him her paintings and some photographs of her. I hugged him a lot, and he hugged me back with his little baby arms right when I needed it most.

This video, by , shows a little glimpse of what it was like to spend time with Viola. The best part is her laugh. She really had a delightful laugh, and since she was a happy person I heard it frequently. I’m so grateful that I can watch this video and listen it whenever I feel like it.

The last time I saw her was Novemeber 17, 2012. We were working on her website and talking about life. She was so alive, so up, just like every time I saw her — like she is in this video. It’s a good way to remember her. I’m sad she’s gone – so very sad – but mostly I feel fortunate to have had any time with her at all. She was and always will be a bright light in my life.

There’s an Eskimo proverb that I love. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I find it comforting:

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy. 

Spring happens so quickly. I petals are falling from trees and blanketing lawns even though the flowers have only just bloomed. I haven’t even had a minute to take the good camera out into the yard to photograph our pretty flowers! I’ve been snapping away with my camera, though.

spring blooms

It’s such a beautiful time of year.

party decorations

Last week, Wes and I were in Western MA visiting my parents. We helped my mom make decorations for a surprise party for her sister. The decorations were actually the ones we used at our wedding ceremony! To freshen them up and make them look a little more birthday and a lot less wedding, we added color! My mom mixed food coloring + water in a spray bottle and spritzed the paper flowers.


pink flower decoration

I especially liked the pink ones.

My mom did most of the work, but I helped fluff them up and Wes chewed on a few. Super helpful! :)

monday was a sad day

Marthon Monday is usually a happy day in Boston. This year it ended in tragedy. I’m so sad that this has happened in our city. On Tuesday, flags were flying at half-mast; I took this picture from the commuter train on my way home from work.

april 16, 2013

My heart is heavy for the people and families affected on Monday, and this horrifying incident has reminded me, once again, that many, many people live with this sort of terror on a daily basis. I’ve been so sad and exhausted thinking about it. But there is light: in the minutes, hours, and now days since the bombings, the way people have come together in support of Boston, the runners, and the spectators is heartwarming.

I am thinking about how important it is to have compassion for others; to be kind; to work together; to be grateful and gracious; to fill the world with love instead of hate. It’s hard to remember to actively do these things, because the day-to-day can be overwhelming. But the Big Picture is also important:

“A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” ― Albert Einstein


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