ahem. i haven’t been here in awhile. maybe you’ve noticed. maybe you haven’t. either way, i’m okay with that. i’m realizing, at age 30,

dearest Quincy August, you, our boy, are TWO today. you may have entered our world by surprise by showing up a few weeks early,

this morning, i was walking out of my bedroom after getting dressed, and i see a blur of blue flying through the air. i

this week, i’ve been thinking a lot about anxiety and depression, and how to normalize it, how to own it. these conditions, these afflictions,

this is my first post in three-and-a-half months, and i’m not even sure what to say. so, hello there! i suppose that i should

Sweet Lionel Conner, it’s hard for me to believe that four years ago, almost to this very minute, you joined our sweet family. time