we’re home now. screen time.
i want to keep the rainbow.
the perfect sunset pic.


the lake moon rising.
the soothing sound of tent rain.
just being. outside.



we’re home now. screen time.
i want to keep the rainbow.
the perfect sunset pic.


the lake moon rising.
the soothing sound of tent rain.
just being. outside.



love, in Portugal:
these perfect pastries, melted;
now just down the block

Kentucky cycles:
you can find happiness in
rolling hills, horse farms



the perfect respite
after seventy-one days
staying safe at home

mental sanity
in our short time here on earth
can be life-saving


hiking these mountains
with their divine mental cleanse
has saved us today


away from the crowds
away from constant worry
here. here we are safe.


my perfect birthday,
in my mind, pre-corona,
would never be this



(there might be mountains,
a fondue restaurant, views
not in the background)

but with so much time
and simply nowhere to go
love works its way in




my middle’s painting,
a dress hand sewn by my mom,
hand-dipped strawberries

and saved till tonight
my oldest breaks, repairs me
with this card; her words

my perfect birthday
brought to me by a virus
with two gifts: Time. Love.
a Valentine game
with two of the four children
this magic cabin

(no romance tonight.
just a son he let me have.
love is beautiful.)
so simple, really:
the teens play cabin boardgames
while we ski for love




to celebrate love:
she’s fifteen on the fifteenth
surrounded by stars





first: the moon and sun
second: 8.5 miles
third: a fourteener



fourth: pomapoo strength
fifth: learning to climb mountains
sixth: altitude high




a weekend hiking
is the only proper way
to enjoy summer





