Friday Four 23.2

Our beamish boy in 2015 and in 2018, he’s a good sport. ↑Photo You might hear it, a faint noise so far inside your mind That it must come from somewhere, from light rushing to darkness, Energy burning towards entropy, towards a peaceful solution,←Poem Point→Portland by Curtis Wiklund ↓Parable Yesterday Otto and I were arriving homeRead more

Geburtstag Torte

It’s well into 2018 and I’ve been meaning to write for a whole year. We continue to live in Berlin, which was a big question throughout 2017.  I’ve become quite attached to the city as it turns out and so have the kids. Our neighborhood is peaceful and noisy at the same time and theRead more