Sunday, August 19, 2001

It's official. I am Back From Alaska!
The bus pulled off the round trip; Colorado-Alaska-Colorado.
Seven years and a total of over 10,000 miles; the bus kicks ass.
I met some interesting and powerfully inspiring people along the way;
It has been an adventure like no other . . .

Sunday, March 11, 2001

Do you think she looks like me?

Sunday, February 18, 2001

Dave Barry waxing relevant:
If it looks like a dad, talks like a dad, it's a duck

Saturday, February 10, 2001

My baby girl is online! HarperLee.net

Thursday, February 08, 2001

The moon is full, the night is still, and my baby girl is home in her cradle. Life is good.

Three women made me cry in 24 hours . . .

Tracy is so strong and lovely; she kicked butt this week. I cried.

Harper Lee is so perfect and beautiful; she stole my heart. I cried.

Wednesday morning I came home and blogged (a verb for the 21st century for sure) that my baby girl had come into the world.

Minutes later, from a perfect stranger, I received this email:

what an uplifting read to start my day. between the ultrasound, the charlottes web quote, and the WONDERFUL name youre giving your baby, i cant stop smiling.

my brother just made me an aunt about six months ago with his new son, whom is named Atticus... im sure you understand the power of that name, and the power of such a tiny human being.

best wishes for the future,
and enjoy the silence while you can!

kelly

I immediately burst into tears, grabbed my coat, and drove back to the hospital as fast as I could. I could not bear to spend one more moment away from my ladies.

I cried the whole way there.

Wednesday, February 07, 2001

Harper Lee Lowrey was born in Fairbanks, Alaska at 6:34pm Alaska Time, yesterday February 6, 2001. 7 pounds 3 ounces, 21 inches long, and perfectly healthy. Mom and baby came through with flying colors and were resting peacefully when last seen.

Monday, January 29, 2001

What a Perfect Time for Burning Man Tickets to arrive! So much preparation to be making it up as you go along. Life imitating art I suppose. . .