- Adam Lorenz
Fall is a season of color. Countless colors are exposed as the chlorophyll slowly fades from each leaf. As the leaves begin to fall we delight in this beauty - all of the vibrant reds, burnt oranges, yellows and browns that fill the landscape of many areas. Simultaneously, we mourn the certain winter and cold that is just around a few days or weeks away.
I noticed that our kids were a bit nervous around our home-bound neighbor. They asked a lot of questions about why she couldn't come outside. I had a vision in my mind of all the 80s flicks that had a house on the block with a lady that never came outside and all of the stories kids made up, most of them not very pleasant or accurate. I knew she couldn't eat items we baked so I spent a week thinking hard about how we could connect with our neighbor given the circumstances. And then BAM the idea dropped from the sky into my mind... The Mail Trail.
So much life happens on Saturday… Little League games, birthday parties and garage sales. For the last decade though, Saturday has been a day in the office for me. A long day to be sure, especially when it meant missing my kids soccer games, neighborhood block parties and friends weddings. I knew working on Saturdays was draining on me but I didn’t know how much until…it ended.
- Brad Nelson
She disappeared outside with a roll of tape, a ribbon, a pair of scissors, a straw, and a balloon. Moments later, she called us outside to see her creation. She was ten feet off the ground sitting in a tree. She’d cut the straw into a small cylinder and threaded the ribbon through it so the straw slid up and down the ribbon. She’d tied one end of the ribbon to a bucket on the ground and the other around the branch she was sitting on.
Autumn! It's really here! The air conditioning is off and *most* days I don't need to ice my coffee. Oh, and sweaters. And actually cooling off on my way home from the gym. And burrowing under the covers at night. Yes, yes, yes. It was time.
On my agenda this month:
1. Decorate for Halloween. Yes, you read that right. And no, I'm not really into Halloween OR
I’ve always loved fashion, even from a very young age. I remember when I was five and six years old, sketching and designing my own line of funky and unique pieces that I aspired to create once I was tall enough to see over a sewing machine. As an adult, I've created The Lovely Sewjourner, my very own clothing line... and those childhood dreams are becoming a reality.
- Adam Lorenz
I recently found myself alone on a bus. The purr of the engine and the rumble of the tires on the road somehow made it serene, a momentary sabbatical during a busy day. As suddenly as this tranquil moment began, it ended with an incoming passenger throwing their bag into the bus and yelling at the driver as they boarded. They were livid, and I might add they had a unique talent for articulating a variety of certain four letter words all towards the public transportation system. And as they made their way to a seat in the back they finish this tirade with: ‘I know it’s not your fault.’