Y’all, my baby brother is getting married. MARRIED. TO A REALLY AMAZING WOMAN. I still think of him as the little blond boy who had skinny little legs and followed around my older brother and myself, but somewhere along the way he grew into a man. A MAN WHO IS GETTING MARRIED. When he moved to DC a while ago, it was amazing. Family dinners! Road trips! Movie nights! Ruth moved out here this summer, and if I thought I loved her before, it was confirmed when she was my roomie for the summer. We would watch Dawson’s Creek just to sing along with the song (yep, go ahead and watch it and then come back), consume lots of cheese, and stay up talking. I could not be happier that she is becoming my sister and that our family out here in DC is growing.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramPeak fall y’all. 🍂🍁Not to be confused with the epic fall Henry had on our steps upon returning from our perfect outing to Roosevelt island, after which he informed me through sobs, “THIS IS WHY WE SHOULDN’T GO PLACES!”ABOUT LAST NIGHT. 40 people. 60 donuts.* 2 massive pots chili. 2 pots cider. 9 years of making donuts on cold autumn nights with my people. *30 homemade and 30 purchased from Trader Joe’s but reheated and presented as homemade because NO SHAME IN MY DONUT GAME.