the texture of her family

She was just beginning to speak in short sentences. She was at the juncture in her babyhood when it was possible she knew everything worth knowing. She understood the texture of her family; she understood territory and rage and love, although she couldn't say much more than ball and moo, I want, pretty girl, and bad dog. From A Map of the World, Jane Hamilton

Photo: Linda McCartney 1982 via DOMAHOKA

la pops

My papa is a distinguished sailor (second row, third from left).

it's new year's eve

And I miss Aimee so much.

välkommen

Holiday gifts for my aunts and mom from Maura. Perfect.

borrowed bikes

My grandfather on his borrowed bike and me on mine.

if you were with me

Mom and I went to Heath Ceramics, Afghanistan, and saw the Soul Children of Chicago. There were temari balls and cookies with D's mom. And chapino with Jeff and Silke, Christmas dinner with Kathleen, Slumdog Millionaire with Clara, elephant seals with Ally and Masin...

Edith Heath from Heath Ceramics: The Complexity of Simplicity

brighton beach 1936

My papa (little boy, left) is in town this weekend. Back soon.

jack and rose

My grandfather's entry in his sister's graduation book, circa 1915.

1953

55 years later, I look like my papa.