• an ode to the small things

    Can we talk about small things for a moment? About the impossibly sweet and nostalgic accoutrements of childhood. A little blue cardigan hanging from a big hallway hook. Miniature shoes lined in tidy little rows. Small, pudgy hands clutching smaller, balding Sylvanian rabbits, who in turn hold impossibly tiny jugs and teapots and cakes. Most days I am immune

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  • Conversations with Orla

    I love this stage. Her vocabulary is sophisticated enough to spill all her thoughts out, & it’s fascinating stuff.  Where before I kept a running list of adorable misspoken or invented words, now I find myself tapping entire conversations into my iPhone notes. I can’t bear to forget.   You used to be inside my tummy Orla. Do

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