Weekly Letter

  • May 30, 2017 #13 — Middle of the Garden

    Somewhere in the middle of a full week working on other peoples' gardens (*split between my part time job and my own freelance projects*) coming home, all I wanted was to lie down at the end of the da...

  • November 08, 2016 #12 — Chile

    I've tried twice to take a video of the hummingbirds in the back yard on my phone. Both times it's failed, and it snaps me back into the present — realizing I should just sit still and watch them in...

  • May 19, 2016 #11 – Diaphanous

    I’m overwhelmed by the shadows at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. It’s a sunny day in January during a visit to New York for the holidays, and the wind is making them dance on the ground where they a...

  • March 30, 2016 #10 – Eastern Sierras

    We hiked up about three miles, it felt more than that, but only because it was a snow covered ridge. We lost the trail for the second half, but just continued upward. At the top, we found Sherwin Lake...

  • January 19, 2016 #08 – East Coast

    There’s still Swiss chard growing, and I pick some to throw in the egg scramble for breakfast. Dad’s gardens in the winter are looking amazing, the dead Allium ‘Millennium’ flowers are my favo...

  • December 08, 2015 #08 – Sense of Home

    There are certain songs that I can't listen to now. They belong solely to a specific moment in time or feeling from New York. Almost two months ago, I was walking over the bridge from Brooklyn to Quee...

  • October 09, 2015 #07 – The Suburbs

    In the backyard with the garden it feels right, but when I start walking around town, I sometimes feel like I don’t belong. Riding my bike and not seeing anyone else riding around. Being the only pe...

  • September 15, 2015 #06 – No Keys

    Digging through my bag on the train home a couple weeks ago, I found my keychain. There were no keys on it, only a USB drive. I had just turned in my apartment keys and had given up my office keys las...

  • August 17, 2015 #05 – Weaving

    During a recent visit to the New Britain Museum of American Art with Dad, a painting by Josef Albers caught our eye. What I didn’t realize ...

  • July 27, 2015 #04 – New Hampshire Summer Camp

    Each day started with the kids sharing their dreams from the night before, right after the whole camp did their morning stretches, and right before we headed into the mess hall for breakfast. After br...