~seventeen~ supersingular

In abstract algebra, seventeen is a supersingular prime, the explanation of which I had no comprehension of, which is probably a sign I never took abstract algebra, but I still think supersingular sounds intriguing. . . . → Read More: ~seventeen~ supersingular

neon

I don’t have many photos of the Neon, but hunting through photos shows me all the places the little car took us; in a sense, it’s just outside the frame of every picture. . . . → Read More: neon

~thankful thursday~ magnitude

Every November marks a new beginning for me, ever since I started doing this crazy thing. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ magnitude

~thankful thursday~ all true

I am grateful that Rich is at least as invested as me in my gratitude posts, and I cannot go to bed without him reminding me that I haven’t written one yet. Good morning, love, I am grateful for you. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ all true

~thankful thursday~ hugs

And yet, you can end up being grateful for the weird thing you ended up being, all the same. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ hugs

ny textures

What I did on my summer vacation part one: June in Cortland New York.

other posts you may enjoy:wake up monday morning and be mama~this moment~ normaltwo years!quinn’s twenty-second month ~ “piddy . . . → Read More: ny textures

belong

I like how they belong to each other. . . . → Read More: belong

sixteen ~ oxygen

That’s XVI for you Roman numeral fans. . . . → Read More: sixteen ~ oxygen

with a voice as big as the sea

I took my camera to document the rose-gold ocean sunset on the shortest day . . . → Read More: with a voice as big as the sea

~thankful thursday~ peanut butter

I am grateful for the way these gratitudes, post-it-note and placard-sized, and every size in between, collect into a quirky little bundle each year and make a kind of sense together, put off a sort of warmth, a little light, they almost hum. . . . → Read More: ~thankful thursday~ peanut butter