Front Porch – Part 2 of 3 – where we paint stuff, and then paint more stuff.

When I used to give people directions to our house, I would tell them to look for the skinny blue house with bright purple shutters.

Restoring our Victorian home... painting and begining the front porch project.

And purple foundation.  And purple doors.  And purple eaves.
And purple everything.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

The Day I Moved To Texas… a love letter to my best friend on her birthday.

It was fall of 1999 when Lara and I moved to Texas. We were twenty-two and we packed up her old-but-reliable car.  Loading and overflowing the trunk and backseat with our vital and unnecessary crap.

This is Lara.

Lara and I have known each other since we were thirteen. In some ways, we haven’t changed at all.  In some ways, it was like two thirteen-year-olds taking a road trip.  That’s how exciting it was– like someone had given our younger selves the keys to a car, some money, and a map.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.