My husband speaks of eternal recurrance.
Posted in Uncategorized on May 19th, 2012 by sara – Be the first to commentSome of today was confusing. Some was very sweet.

[ this was the sweet ]
Some of today was confusing. Some was very sweet.

[ this was the sweet ]

First we lived at the top of the park. And then we lived at the bottom of the park. Through ups and downs and all my weird mental stuff, the park was always so good. It was a compass — like the Rocky Mountains. It’ll always feel familiar. Like home. Lucy’s first front yard.

[ november 2011 ]

[ may 2012 ]

[ carroll gardens ]

[ brooklyn heights ]

I remembered my secular father’s only strong spiritual directive: Don’t be an asshole, and make sure everybody eats.
[ al ]




[ lunch in greenpoint with rachel ]
while walking through the city on a beautiful spring morning, taking pics with my camera —


