Had a delightful date night with C, possibly our last before we move. This particular spot, La Perla…
We’re early enough in a DC summer (or late enough in a DC spring) so that the morning weather tends to be a pure and embrace-worthy…
Watching our son as he systematically, near-scientifically ensnares a pea in his pincer grip, I delight in trying to guess, through the…
Strawberries! A delight! Every year towards the end of May, the collective spirit of people at the farmers’ markets here in DC seems…
What does it portend when a baby boy (I should say toddler, and if we’re being objectively honest in our assessment, the cutest baby toddler) who…
To truly understand the depths from which this particular delight percolated up, ascending effervescently from my toes up and out through…
I experienced a profound dislight the other morning, and just now a pure delight at enjambing (the “jam” aptly capturing the rather violent…
To say that we raced down R street would be to propagate a falsehood, to stretch credulity far past its cracking point, to offer, in place of…
Trespass as belonging.
Consider “weird” as a celebration of deviance and of the delight that comes with doing so, with thumbing one’s nose at conventions, norms, and…