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Hi friends — it’s that time again. Each August, we take a step back to rest, reflect, and refill our creative wells. Starting today, Coffee + Crumbs will be on sabbatical through the end of the month.💛 Thank you for supporting us in bot
“It goes by fast,” the elderly lady smiles. Her eyes glint with delight as she observes my three children treating my body as their personal playground. I’ve heard a thousand versions of this from well meaning strangers--their word
// Recipe for a Summer Morning // Start with a large helping of water straight from the hose. Toss in toys and splash freely. Stir in silliness and spontaneity, a pinch of pretend, and a dash of delight. Serve in a pool, water table, or sprinkler. B
“Over the last few months, I’ve started picking up my camera more intentionally with my own kids. Not just for the ‘big’ moments like birthdays and holidays, but for the little pockets of time when we’re out together. Ad
We don’t fry eggs on sidewalks— That’s pasture-raised robbery. Instead, we fry our thighs on leather seats, probably. We sprint to start the car, keys flying, shorts yanked low— ’cause nothing says summer like third-deg
We are beyond procreating, you and I. Shall I now write what of ourselves we've given away; what of ourselves still stands? Rinsed strawberries in a bowl. Through the sieve pink water seeps on a kitchen cloth. You left them their - ripe - before goi