Privacy, how do you reconcile it with all the words that want to come out? . . . → Read More: Privacy
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I can't get enough of these tulips. As far as I'm concerned they are miracles of nature of the highest order. I really am capable of taking pictures of things besides flowers. Read more on Moving Day. I've had a lot of these in the last few years…. . . . → Read More: Moving Day. I've had a lot of these in the last few years. Maybe I just need to live on hilarious quips and pithy conversation. Or maybe I could live on photos of flowers. Flowers and children. I think I could live on those, or at least on taking them. . . . → Read More: Chewed Tulips I'm still here. There is so much going on. So much. I'm suffering from worrying about the Observer Effect. You know, by observing something you change the outcome? By blogging about certain things I will change the outcome. Or, so it feels. Read more on Picking all the flowers in the world… . . . → Read More: Picking all the flowers in the world I'm struck by how much nonsense, boring writing (this blog not excluded) and worst of all, bad or lame information there is up on the internet in the form of blogs. I think the worst are the static or niche blogs, or the obviously paid-by-the-pixel articles. I found one that looked like this: Read more on I'll show you a Wyckie How…. . . . → Read More: I'll show you a Wyckie How. Did you know that Creamies have no gluten? Normally I am not a fan of ice cream unless I'm pregnant or binging. This is me at 19 weeks 2 days with my fourth baby. I'd been addicted to yoga and pilates. I didn't look this good with my first. Ignore the dirty mirror and the fact that I HAD TO TAKE MY OWN BELLY SHOTS. Read more on Do not resist. It's more entertaining this way…. . . . → Read More: Do not resist. It's more entertaining this way. I think I'm allergic to wheat. I have to say "think" because I haven't actually gotten tested, but as time has gone on, my reaction to it has gotten more severe. Read more on Confessions of an addict… . . . → Read More: Confessions of an addict Hey, Fishbone is giving a free concert in Park City and a bunch of my photographer friends have rented a room with a view for a party. Wanna come? Why yes. Yes I would. Read more on My weekend part II, or always carry a toothbrush…. . . . → Read More: My weekend part II, or always carry a toothbrush. This is long, so long, but I wanted to share. I cannot believe it has been five years since this day. What a day it was. And what a beautiful girl my Hazel is today. (More on that later.) For now, here's the story of how she arrived. For backstory, Bill is my ex-husband, Cheryl was a friend, I was a trained doula and had plans to be a certified nurse midwife, the baby had been breech for the last several weeks despite my best efforts to get her to turn on her own, and I was rapidly developing serious pre-eclampsia. Read more on 5 years ago, my daughter Hazel was born, and I was born a mother again…. . . . → Read More: 5 years ago, my daughter Hazel was born, and I was born a mother again. 
There's only one way to describe this: Kitchen Porn Like I said, I love window shopping, I love finding the best of something and sharing it with my friends, and I've been an internet shopper since you had to get a money order at the post office to buy something on Ebay. No, really. I remember when PayPal was invented. Read more on What would Wyckie buy?… . . . → Read More: What would Wyckie buy? |
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