Monday, April 07, 2014


I can't stop listening to these Portland singing sisters.

We found ourselves together in an old house in a small town called High Hope.
We didn't mind the quaking.
Through me a tremble rose and I thought I might tear, but I hope.
We gathered in the same room, but as the house shook and the ghosts looked in we moved.
Through the ceiling I screamed at you.
I said "These bonds are wearing thin. Can you get us through?"

- Wind, song 2 on Native. Dreamer. Kin.
(my favorite song of theirs)

Check 'em out on Noisetrade.
Thanks Kate, for sending their music my way.

Tuesday, April 01, 2014

It looks like naptime, but it's not.

I sure love being a mama to this little guy...

...even when 2 minutes later he's crying to be held and doesn't actually sleep for another hour.