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why are vacations the only times we pause for these simple things?

let’s go back.


it’s been too long

i didn’t take many photos on my portland trip with my real camera.. so instagram will suffice:

perhaps my favorite photo from my favorite day.

moments before the best meal.

my favorite camping trip, ever.

post-tattoo wine guzzling on the bluffs.

a great start to my second favorite day.

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since my return life has been far from sleepy, but these are a few of the quiet moments:

kombucha nightcapping while solo sunsetting

the other lake

burns park, party of one

i’ve found myself in a few too many diners lately..

and i’ve spent far too little time outside..


we’re building up the reserves for a trip to Lake Michigan next month, we’ll be brewing our second batch this week in a few days. dad always taught us to be prepared.

willy wonka in the park last night

& yesterday’s rain

a great weekend///i’m the luckiest

i set out on a trip this weekend


i woke up friday morning in this adorable and cozy abode

& had a solo brunch at a delicious little spot around the block

i wandered

& wondered

and then i found myself in heaven


we treated ourselves to terrible chick flicks and magnums of mediocre wine

& played tourist

i gave in and drank terrible bloody marys… [Portland, you’ve spoiled me]



on the long way home today, i met the sweetest friend

& found the prettiest blue bird sacrifice

[they were fresh out]

we walked across creeks and battlefields

& i was impressed by the fortitude of wood

i am feeling beyond fortunate tonight.

photos via Instagram

real photos later this week…


i’ve been daydreaming and nightdreaming about this beach

while walking on this beach

i’ve been oversleeping, constantly running 15 minutes late..

i’ve been drinking a lot of this

while doing lots of this

i showed my pops some good, local eats

and passed this building 10 too many times

i’ve been hanging out with this little bunny

and these big smelly bunnies

oh and i’ve colored more princesses than my feminist-leaning self can properly handle..

all photos via Instagram

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busy week

it rained, a lot.

then this happened.

we started something.

and i finished some things.

Oso got even more weird.

i auditioned for Roseanne.

and staple-hammered SO much chicken wire.

i perfected naptime.

walked in the sun.

and ate really good food.


i realize instagram photos are cop-outs (you don’t need to yell at me CRL).. but this week has been straight-up insane. and it’s only Thursday.. today is pretty packed – school and volunteering (cooking at a church, jesus christ).. and Saturday we’re hosting & catering a wedding, which I’m photographing.. after which I will race to downtown Detroit to meet my pops and sister for our FIRST TIGERS GAME..

life just chugs along, whether i like it or not. i’m glad i’ve decided to start participating, but i still feel the same about being “home”.

perhaps a vacation is in order.. May is just around the corner.


I have 5 toothbrushes.

One at my dad’s house, one at my mom’s.
One in the hospital hotel room, one in my bag, and one in Portland.
I never know where I might sleep living like this, and I can’t sleep well without brushing my teeth (if you can, I’m not sure that we can be friends..).

I often shuffle from home to home to hospital to hotel to school to home with at least 3 bags. One is typically full of laundry, one with food and one carries my essentials — a good book, my ipad, lavender essential oil, a moleskine, my planner, a cold-brewed coffee from Zingerman’s and my water bottle. I pack and re-pack – I’m getting better at this.

I try to keep my textbooks in my car, but I often drive someone else’s. I’ve lost my debit card three times in the last 2 weeks; it’s still missing. I have a running mental list of things to pick up and emails to send; I forget most of them.

I eat starches and carbs and I wish they were vegetables, but vegetables take time.

I socialize mainly with my parents; depending on which, we talk about therapies, the Tigers, or about how the dogs are doing.

[the dogs are doing just fine, John]

I spend a lot of time thinking about a year ago and how I could have never envisioned this life for any of us. Through this abrupt alteration we are learning so much about love, the thresholds of acceptance and the importance of setting priorities. This period surely serves a purpose, but I often find myself naively wondering when it will be over. Sometimes I forget that this is our new normal.

It’s been one month and three days since the accident. As terrible and heartbreaking as this journey has been, I feel that we’ve somehow reaped so much good from it.

Every single day she amazes me. They amaze me. They have a palpable love and I’m so grateful that I get to bear witness to it. I’ve realized that they are the reference that I was seriously lacking and the standard for what I want for myself has quickly changed. It’s sad and a little disturbing that it took an event such as this to make me realize what I want and deserve in a partner… but now I see it, and it is bright and I am thankful. Better days are ahead.


little bunny


via my Instagram

this little bunny is probably the only thing keeping us sane at the moment. in a house full of sadness, her laugh is contagious. the way she (so simply) makes connections about cause and effect & why things happen teaches us so much. many times throughout the day while my sister and I are watching and listening to her, we find each other’s eyes and sort of shrug and nod in agreement. the way she sees the world around her is so simple- obvious and certain.

when did i lose that sight?