jayna | September 17, 2009
In a tiny, poorly lit, dingy room with ripped carpet and peeling paint, there are three chairs. One rests next to a cluttered desk, with stacks of papers piled on the floor around it. The other two sit on the opposite side. Together, but not. Not touching, turned slightly away, but still together. They are [...]
jayna | September 17, 2009
(Alternatively titled: Illustration of Why I Never Give The Husband The Camera. Or: Some People Just Don’t Know That Those Mountains On The Camera Dial Mean Landscape Setting, Not Sport Setting, And Certainly Not Auto Setting. Or: The Most Awful Photos Taken Of Me To Date. Hello Scary Color Casts And Burn Outs.)
jayna | September 13, 2009
These after-nap times.Filled with whispers and giggles and songs. Full of a sister’s love and concern for the happiness of the other. Her joy of sharing a most prized possession. Passing on the music box.
jayna | September 12, 2009
There’s an elephant in the room here. I keep trying to step around him, but wind up tripping over his feet or trunk or a gigantic pile of elephant crap. Actually, I seem to be winding up tumbling face first into that pile. Repeatedly. So. Rather than scratch out a painfully vague description of the [...]
jayna | September 10, 2009
