Category Family

Feet on the ground. Head in the sky

I like turbulence. When you’re a passenger on a plane your fate is decided. There’s nothing you can do to change the outcome of the flight. It’s one of the few times in life when that’s the case. I guess I’ve always thought of flying as a break from worrying. For some, flying has the […]

‘L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N.’

Good morning friends. I wanted to share Gabriela Salerno-Adams post not only because I’ve looked up to her since high school and her devotion and spirit to all things lifting the human heart (which I’m sure guided her husband and their family through so much of his journey) but also because I know there isn’t […]

The Fault in Ourselves

The Fault in Ourselves. We are always looking up at the stars. Staring out into the infinite abyss for answers to things that follow us on earth. We’re always wishing. As we grow older, our hearts fill with constant forms of hope or dread, alternating between being sure of what we have and the fear […]

An Ode to Oregon and the people in it ♡

At points, the hardest thing you have to do is open the blinds. Coming to in the morning, reaching the state where reality sets in and the churning in your stomach begins another 12 hour shift. Sometimes its caused by lack of sleep, the lack of someone sleeping next to you, or the absence of […]

Good News for People who love Bad News

You think about yourself too much. Your tipping point. The point in which shit goes your way or it doesn’t. Pick yourself up or allow yourself to fall one final time back down. No one wants to talk about this point. No one wants to remember how they were straddling the edge of that point […]

To Noah

I turn 25 tomorrow.  I have seen 9129 sunrises and sunsets. I have graduated from college.  I’ve traveled to Europe. I’ve held my nephew. I’ve lived on my own. I’ve been in love. I’ve had tomorrow. The Starbucks cups turn red in October, a sign of the impending holiday season. We lost you to the cancer […]

“You’re Adopted?!”

For most people, their birth story consists of their mother getting pregnant, giving birth to them and the rest is history. For me, it’s a bit different. I was born on December 2, 1987 and both of my parents (Steve and Sally) were in the hospital room, but they were observers, not participants. A woman […]