He’s the designated spider-killer, steak-griller, water-bottle-in-the-middle-of-the-night-filler. His tickles elicit the deepest belly laughs, his waffles warrant licked-clean plates, and his arrival home at the end of the day draws children…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
“My shoe touched a poison mushroom and my hand touched my shoe and I put my finger in my mouth.” Her eyes are pinched. Her face pale. She sucks on…
So here’s my philosophy on a summer bucket list: it’s meant for inspiration, NOT guilt trips. Which means, I fully intend to leave boxes unticked by the end of summer.…
The Hermione at port in Alexandria, VA | Miss C takes the wheel | Miss I sketching at The Freer-Sackler Gallery | Smithsonian Museum of the American Indian | Penny’s Ice…
Charleston’s past brushes against skin with the disturbingly material presence of a ghost. “Pardon me,” you’ll find yourself saying to no one but the Past as you cross Tradd Street at…
smoothies and kombucha date at Salud | a girl’s birthday party dream (horseback rides!!!) | showing off James’s carpentry skills | hanging out in prehistoric footprints at The Carnegie Museum of Natural…