Keep your well protected eye on our dancing partner. Our bright-eyed fiddler will appear to race behind.

Accommodate. Change. Grow.

My challenge is creating something that will survive.

Our son’s world has just exploded. And that suits him fine.

The peach is my favorite fruit. Now is the time of its harvest.

In the intensity of tech week, we found moments of intimacy.

Look sharp. By Friday night, the knives will be out.

The stories that we tell can raise a heaven or hell.

If I could, I’d spend every minute in their glow.

We are grateful and satisfied in this moment.