Our home is loud and old and probably full of lead paint. We live on the bottom half, our friends live on the top half and we share a nice little yard out front. We are located in North Pasadena, a diverse neighborhood filled with the sounds of whizzing helicopters at night, and within walking distance to independent movie theaters and liquor stores, which pretty much sums up our hot patch of earth.
I studied religion, but now prefer being a part-time Father and a part-time furniture maker.
In 2001, at the ripe and stupid age of twenty-one, I fell in love with and married the best woman I knew at the time. I got damn lucky too, because she has become even more fierce and tender and beautiful over the past decade since we traded rings.
In 2007, we sold almost everything we owned and bought one-way plane tickets to China. We roamed lazily around the world for 216 days until our bank account dwindled down to nothing. Some of our travel photos can be seen here.
In 2009, Stella Rose introduced herself to us in the flesh. She is an even blend of her strong Mom and independent Dad and spends most of her days talking or playing in the yard or not taking naps.
In 2011, our second daughter, Margot, was stillborn at 38 weeks, leaving us in a state of overwhelming grief. This blog has always been a family record, our lives in photos and stories and essays, and now it's about that and our Margot, which has consumed this space since March 24, 2011.
Everything beautiful and tragic seems to happen in the odd years.