coneflower season always seems to arrive a little sooner than expected, and since it is a harbinger of fall, it should be unwelcome, but they are so beautiful, that i can’t help but find myself happy to see their big round heads start to form.
my back yard, saint paul, mn
driftwood and twigs collected on countless beaches and a few deserts
today we will bury my father. he was larger than life, complicated, charismatic and the center of gravity for my large, boisterous, and loving romanian family. we have planned a beautiful and irreverent funeral. afterwards, we will drink martinis with extra olives. it will be just as he would have wished. everybody called him Papa. he will be terribly missed.
saint paul, minnesota