Bad Farm Village

  Time for it to sink in. We’re moving. Our little apartment, in which Frans and I spent our honeymoon weeks getting to know each other in person for the first time, in which Estella was born, in which fights and Facetime conversations, books and movies, long talks and meals were enjoyed and consumed, is … Continue reading


You know, I have all of these mostly-written blog posts that have never been posted. In a way, a compilation of them would sort of explain my MIA status. They include info. about our on-going sickness saga, seemingly over now that Estella no longer goes to the crèche. (Tentative YAY!) We pulled her out four … Continue reading


And the word of the day is… inspiration. I found myself thinking deep, philosophical thoughts this morning, not while musing over a cup of coffee or strolling through the park. This time, my heart mind and soul demanded time and intention in the… dentist’s office. I was lying at my back with my mouth open, … Continue reading

a season of sick

Gevoelig. Sensitive. The most common adjective used to describe Estella since February. Februari. The month that Estella began crèche. Vierteen. 14. The amount of times Estella has been sick since February. It’s been quite a season. You name a common early childhood illness; the chances are good that we’ve been through it. When E was eleven … Continue reading

savoring words

I open my computer to an inbox full of ‘to deal with’ e-mails, three or four drafts saved to the desktop ‘to be continued’ for work, and its been weeks since I’ve been free to create with words. Behind my computer sits a sippy cup and an unwritten get-well card, my husband’s contacts. Not too … Continue reading