In a long holiday weekend filled with festivals, we begin at Clifton.

My second grader isn’t the only one heading back to school. I am too.

I take the long way round preparing a contribution to Friday’s groundbreaking ceremony. Together, we celebrate the first construction phase of a new affordable home.

My daughter spends the week apart from the family and aims—in her time away—at fabulous.

Our lego project with our son was a happy accident. Following Sarah Strong’s counsel, we might let go of that bright blue instruction manual more of and let ourselves walk across uncertainty to a place fantastic and new.

While I enjoy the cool stillness of an empty house, outside a construction crew makes steady sure progress in reconstructing our road.

Determined, I brave the morning rain for the bounty of the Saturday Farmers Market.

Like many parents in town, I’ve eagerly awaited the night when my first born could join the cast of a Yellow Spring Kid’s playhouse production. That night is tonight.

On a relaxing summer holiday, I love flowing the current especially the sweep of my own children’s ambitions.

Enveloped in her own personal flurry, our seven year old felt as cool as can be… in Summer!